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Post #1000!

As many of my long-time readers know, I started blogging on MySpace many years ago, and when they tanked, I switched over to Blogger in 2010. Since then, my combined posts on Blogger and then WordPress have reached a whopping one thousand. Can’t believe I had that much to say, and I’m still going at it.

What to write for #1000… I had some good suggestions, and thanks to everyone for those. I finally decided to do a tribute post to all the men I’ve worked with in video over the years. It will be a fun retrospective for me, and hopefully for you too.

So that there is no appearance of favoritism, I will post them alphabetically.

Danny Chrighton

It’s fitting that he is first, because not only did we shoot “When Danny Met Erica,” together, but we were play partners and the best of friend for three years, before he moved out of state. We’re still in touch periodically and I hope to see him at a party one of these days. He is dear to me, and I’m so glad I have our video as a souvenir of our time together.


“Coach” Daniels

“Coach” and his partner, Ms. Burns, AKA Veronica Daniels, worked for Real Spankings Institute, then branched off as The Spanking Couple. About ten years ago, they did a filmed interview with me, and Coach and I did a spanking/caning scene. He dubbed me “Great Scott,” which tickled me. Unfortunately, shortly thereafter they were both outed in the scene and all their material was taken down. But I still have the clip and pictures, and a fond memory.


Michael Donovan, AKA The Villain, AKA the Court Disciplinarian

When Spanking Court was filming (sadly, they are no longer), I was lucky enough to do a six-clip story arc with them. Michael and I were friends and occasional play partners then, so it was a joy to be able to work with him. We did a little video on our own as well, “The Villain Strikes Erica Scott,” which I now have in my Spanking Library clips. I had so much fun with him, and with everyone involved in SC.

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Steve Fuller

Now retired, Steve was quite the shining star in the video world, working for several companies, and I had the extreme pleasure of being his very first co-star, in Shadow Lane‘s “The Spanking Professor.” I also worked with him for Spanking Epics, doing a couple of their “spanklets” and being part of an ensemble with him in the Being Keith Jones Trilogy. I really liked Steve and miss seeing him in videoland!


Keith Jones

What can I say about Keith — he was my very first co-star, back in 2000 for Shadow Lane, and we went on to do five full-length videos plus a spanklet for Spanking Epics together. Working with him was amazing and we had a lot of fun times, both shooting and playing at parties. He was the one who gave me the nickname “Bionic Bottom.” (It’s not so much anymore, but it was for years!) 🙂 Here I am gleefully pointing out where I’d nicked him after beaning him with a prop bottle. (Actually, I felt awful about that, but he was a good sport!)


Paul Kennedy

I love this man; he’s a good friend to John and me, and he’s the partner of my dear friend Alex Reynolds. I met him in 2009 at a Shadow Lane party, and have wanted to work with him for years. Finally got my chance when Pandora Blake came to L.A. and shot us in “The Workaholic” for Dreams of Spanking. It was a fun shoot, full of energy and snappy dialogue, and great spanking (hand, hairbrush, belt).


Ralph Marvell

Of all my co-stars, I’ve known Ralph the longest; we met in 1999, became friends, and shot “Spank Thy Neighbor” for Shadow Lane in 2001. We got a little frisky at the end of that video, and the first time I watched it was quite the experience, sitting between Ralph and John and blushing from head to toe. We’re still buddies to this day.


(Jesus, those granny panties… not of my choosing!)

Stephen Lewis

I shot two films for Northern Spanking with Stephen, and he was a blast. He was a wonderful sport, even when I was throwing his slipper at him or dumping M&M’s over his head, and he and I had crackling chemistry and repartee on screen. He had the ability to meet all my smart-assery with his own jabs, which made it all the more fun.


Devlin O’Neill

Devlin and I did one shoot together, Shadow Lane‘s “Stand Corrected,” and it was quite the memorable experience. We wrote the script, and we did a road trip together from L.A. to Vegas. Both of us had terrible colds, but we soldiered on, sucking down Sudafed and throat lozenges, and made it through a vigorous shoot. Devlin was a sweetie, and we had a lot of laughs during our long drive to and from Vegas. He even let me eat ice cream in his car, which he teasingly told me not to mention, because his littles at the time were not allowed to do so! (That was eleven years ago, so I think it’s OK to mention it now!)


John Osborne

The busy top of Triple AAA Spanking (and partner of Sarah Gregory), John and I have shot several videos, both for his site and for Sarah’s. John is a lot of fun to work with; he’s sweet and funny and I enjoy playing with him off camera too!


Paul Rogers

In 2010, I flew to Connecticut to shoot with Sarah Gregory and Paul, for both her site and his clip site Spanking 101. I was with them four days, shot a lot of content and had a marvelous time. Paul and Sarah treated me like a queen and we ended up with some great stuff. Paul is one hell of a spanker, too — I trashed his hand, but he trashed me pretty good too! (In the best possible way, of course.)


Uncle Bob

I shot a few clips for Uncle Bob’s Woodshed clip site a few years ago, including a fun one called “Sweet Revenge” in which I blistered Bob’s hand. 😀  Ah, I love it when that happens. I’ve known Bob for many years and it’s always fun to see him at parties.


Richard Windsor

Rich and I did a little bit of filming together: we shot a vignette for Pixie’s “Cause For Paws,” a quickie clip advertising my book back in 2011, and a two-part interview for Spanking Tube. Even though the experiences were brief, they were great fun.


Robert Wolf

Last but definitely not least, Robert (Lily Starr’s hubby) and I have shot several clips together for Lily Starr Spanking, including “The Devil Wears a Red Bottom,” “The Online Menace” (in which I blistered his hand as well), and one of my favorites, “The Secret Life of the Kinky Wife.” He’s a sweetie (as is his lovely wife!).


I do need to mention Amateur Spankings — I shot for them, but the spanker likes to stay off camera and I don’t know what name he uses publicly, so it’s best that I leave it at that. But it was fun and he’s a nice guy. 🙂

Honorable mention: There is one man I’ve always wished I could have shot with, and that’s Eric Strickman, AKA Uncle Eric. He and I have never met, but we used to IM a great deal and we even talked on the phone a couple of times (those of you who know me, know what a rarity that is). Why did I want to shoot with him? Just look at him!


I’ve been so very lucky, working with such talented men. They gave me more memorable experiences than I can count and brought me much delicious pain and even more delicious pleasure. Thank you all. ♥

That’s it for #1000. I don’t know if I have another thousand in me, kids, but as long as you want to keep reading, I’ll keep writing.

Have a great weekend, y’all.

Girls’ Night IN

Last night, Alex, SpankCake and I convened at SC’s house for dinner and catching up. It had been way too long! We ordered in from GrubHub, sat around in very comfy A/C and talked the hours away. What else do girls do when they have a night in? Do shots and have a pillow fight? Paint our toenails and do our hair? Please! That’s amateur stuff. We watched spanking porn. 😀


SC has a reallllllly big screen, as you can see. Neither she nor Alex had ever seen “When Danny Met Erica,” so we watched. I must confess, it was more than a little squirmy, watching my own private bits flashing and gaping on such a huge screen. Still, it was fun to share my favorite video with them. They both pronounced it “hot.” Damn, I miss you, Danny Chrighton.

We also watched the finished result of the custom film that Alex and several of us shot for her client back in February. I think it’s safe to say I’m never going to wear a pillbox hat or gloves for the rest of my natural life. But we all gave it our best and it had been so much fun. Props to everyone involved. And no, sorry, this will not go public!

And this lovely evening was on top of a visit from Steve earlier in the day. It was kind of a thrash-and-dash, as he had a doctor’s appointment and a lot of other things to do in preparation for a four-day hiking trip he’s taking. Blech! Better him than me! But it was still enough time to lay on some sting and leave me pleasantly glowing for the rest of my workday until I met up with my pals.

Today it is going to be 90 degrees. Sounds hot, but after Monday’s 112, I will take it. My A/C could not keep up with 112, but it can manage 90s. I may even brave the gym.

Oh, and happy #NoPantyDay! That’s a thing, in case you didn’t know… June 22.

An All Hallow's Eve Visit From Super Spanko!!

Odds & Ends not in my book, Part 3

Today’s offering: a favorite Danny Chrighton story.

Most of you know by now that Danny was my play partner for a few years, when he lived here in L.A. He’s still a dear friend, even though he lives in CO now. I wrote about him at length in my book, but here’s a little tidbit that didn’t make it.

We shared an appreciation for Rat Pack-style music, especially Dean Martin. He knew my favorite Dino song is “Memories Are Made Of This” — when Shadow Lane had their “Brat Pack” party a few years ago, I’d requested that song. (I believe Danny’s favorite was “Sway,” if I’m remembering correctly.)

Anyway, cut to a private house spanking party we attended one Saturday night. It was a fun, lively gathering, back in the day when L.A. had a great party scene. Our host was in a band, and he and his bandmates were playing for us in the garage.

After the band stopped and most of the people had meandered back inside to eat, play, etc., Danny wandered over and picked up one of the guitars. I knew he could play and sing — he’d brought a guitar to his first SL party and played on the stage with Bob the DJ. Still, I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Hey, put that down. It’s not a toy.”

He just smiled at me, then began to play. I recognized the song immediately — “Memories Are Made Of This.”

He sang the entire song, start to finish. Knew all the chords, all the lyrics. Some others came back in and a small crowd gathered. But he was playing to me.

I don’t know if he always knew the song, or if he learned it after he found out it was my favorite. Doesn’t matter. No man had ever sung to me before. Let me tell you, it’s a really lovely experience.

When the song was over, people clapped, and there was a chorus of “Danny, I didn’t know you could play!” “Wow, that was great!” etc. I stood back, waiting for the group to disperse once again. Then I walked over to Danny and whispered three words:

“Play with me.”

More than anything at that moment, I wanted to be over his lap, feeling the intensity of that same hand that had just strummed out a song I loved. He took my hand and led me back into the house, and we found a private area to have an intense spanking scene. Lovely.

“Sweet sweet, the memories you gave to me…”

In case y’all don’t know the song, here it is: (click on the arrow, then on the link “Watch This on YouTube”)

Birthday greetings

No ST tonight after all; he didn’t feel well. I suppose if I had to skip a Monday with him, it worked out well that it’s a Monday after an intense thrashing on Saturday. But I missed him anyway. Feel better soon, sweetie.

Since I can’t do a scene writeup, I’m going to take this time to wish a happy birthday to two wonderful men.

First up — tomorrow, October 4, is Danny Chrighton’s birthday. Wish I could see him and give him a big birthday hug and a smooch (and take his birthday spanking). So many fond memories… like here, the two of us being silly:

And of course, I can’t let any birthday of his go by without trotting this one back out… 😀

(snickering) Ah, good times. Happy birthday, darlin’. Is there such a thing as a bacon birthday cake?

And the next day, October 5, is none other than my beloved’s birthday.

I won’t see him until Friday, but we’ll celebrate this weekend. Already planning to take him to one of our favorite restaurants and bake him his favorite scratch brownies. 🙂  He never lets me buy him presents, so I have to get creative. Attention on him makes John uncomfortable (a trait his girlfriend does not share). One time I had a big bunch of balloons delivered to his office, figuring everyone would see and then make a fuss over him. He told me, “That was so sweet of you, thank you and I love you. Now please, promise me you’ll never do that again.” (sigh)
When Danny lived here, we’d have a double b-day celebration. Damn, I miss that crazy man.
Who else has an October birthday? (I know at least one other person…)
Love you guys! Enjoy your special days.

A two-parter

Part 1: Birthday greetings are in order. Two wonderful men, back to back — Danny, October 4, and my sweetheart J, October 5. Danny, I hope you had a great day and enjoyed your greetings on FetLife. I tried to bake you a bacon-and-Hollandaise-sauce cake, but sadly, my projectile hurling kept interfering with the process.

J and I were supposed to celebrate his birthday this past weekend. However, he’s been sick as the proverbial dog for two weeks and counting… he got the flu. Big time. In 14 years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him quite this sick. 😦 

A few tip-offs that he’s more than a little sick:

  1. He hasn’t worked out for two weeks. This is unheard of. J will always exercise through an illness. The only thing he’ll cut out is his bike rides. But the walks and the weights? No.
  2. He can barely eat. And when he does manage to force something down, he can’t stand anything with sugar or salt in it. J usually has a huge sweet tooth, and he loves salt so much, he refers to potato chips and nuts as “salt delivery systems.” I had baked him some brownies from scratch, and he couldn’t touch a bite. Normally, he can put away three of those things within five minutes of getting his hands on them.
  3. He’s shivering and bundling up into his jacket one minute and breaking a sweat the next.
  4. He’s taking Tylenol and Advil regularly and I don’t have to hold his nose and stuff it down his throat.
  5. He’s sleeping and sleeping and sleeping, 10-12 hours at a time. This is a man who never sleeps more than six hours in one stretch.
  6. Finally, this is the real shocker: He actually took himself to the doctor last Friday. I didn’t say a word; never suggested it. Usually, I’d have to bug him for about six months before he’d go. They took blood, but basically told him, “You have the flu. Go home.”

(sigh) Have I mentioned that I am a sucky nurse? I worry and fret and get nervous, feeling helpless and wishing I could just wave a magic wand and make him better. And seeing him suffer makes me want to cry. In fact, on Sunday, I did. Ugh. So after this weekend, I was very stressed out.

Which leads us into Part 2…

A week or so ago, Hermione posted about stress release through spanking. I am a strong advocate of this practice; I can blow off stress through exercise (or posting a rant), but nothing sends that tension for the hills like a good hard spanking. Enter New Guy, who paid me a visit this evening.

We played harder this time. Last week, he had a wide leather strap that turned out to be too long (it was wrapping), so we put it away. This week, he brought it again, showing me how he’d cut it down and now it was perfect. (says who???)

OTK in a straight-back chair for a warmup, then he said, “I think I want you over that ottoman.” “You do, huh?” “Yes, I do.” And he lifted me off his lap and carried me across the room, still horizontal, plunking me down on the ottoman. I do love that thing; it’s very comfortable to lie on and there’s room on either side for the spanker to stand, so he has room to swing and give equal time to both cheeks. Besides, if I’m reclining comfortably, I can fully focus on the discomfort happening elsewhere.

He was bolder this time, giving the sweet spots more attention. “Are you feeling this?” he asked. “Why do you ask such stupid questions?” I snapped. I then got a flurry that nearly sent me through the ceiling. “You want to ask me that again?” Uh… no. No, I’ll pass, thank you.

Concerned because I was marking, he asked how I was doing, if I wanted more. Zoned out, I gasped, “My common sense says no; the pain slut in me says yes.” He laughed. “Which one should I listen to?” “You decide,” I said. He went for 10 more swats with the paddle and we were done.

After I returned to Earth, we watched a DVD (When Danny Met Erica, in honor of his birthday), and by then I was back to sassing (yes, already), so I got another spanking on the couch. Just his hand this time, though. 🙂

I needed that. Who the hell needs Xanax — bottle spanking and call it Stress-B-Gone.

Ow…. do you feel sorry for me?

Well, don’t. I’m a happy camper. Thank you, New Guy. Thank you very much. 🙂

I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight… zzzzzzzz….

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