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 category “Late Bloomer”


…what’s a woman to do when a bit of post-scene drop comes to call?

I recommend exercise, masturbation, and chocolate. Not necessarily in that order.

Oh, and reading nice things. I got an out-of-the-blue message last night from someone I don’t know, who just finished my book. (Jeeez, has it really been ten freaking years already since I published that?) He was lovely, articulate and complimentary. I’ll share the first paragraph.

I’ve just finished reading Late Bloomer and want you to know how extraordinary it is. You write beautifully, with an eye for the vivid detail and a tone that is never self-pitying even when you describe the terrible times you’ve been through.

The kindness of strangers can never be overrated. Thank you, sir.

Have a great weekend, y’all. Be safe.

A kiss is just a kiss… Apparently not!

You guys could have called this one, right? I got in trouble with ST over that little kiss on the Spanking Court clip. (heavy sigh)

He hadn’t even seen the clip, but he read about it. Funny how these things escalate. Suddenly I was “the girl who goes around kissing men on video.”

“I beg your pardon? Goes around? It was one quick little peck, all of two seconds, no tongue or anything like that! You’ll see!” He still didn’t approve. I heard all about his disapproval while I was over his lap on the couch.

“It’s not like I just sprang that on them!” I protested. “It was pre-planned and pre-approved! I made sure everyone was OK with it!”

“Yeah? Whose idea was it?”

“Uh…. mine. But they liked it! Everyone was OK with it! I especially wanted to make sure Dana was OK with it.”

“Did you make sure John was OK with it?”


“Well, no,” I said, “but he didn’t mind!” (OK, so after I came home from that shoot, he did tease the hell out of me over it. But that’s not minding.)

“Oh, so you can just kiss another man whenever you feel like it? All right, I guess I’m going to get a big kiss after this, then.”

“What??” I blurted. “Guess again!”

“Oh, I SEE! I’m not good enough to kiss, huh?” Meanwhile, that strap was getting harder and faster every minute. And I was digging myself in deeper.

“Fine!” I snapped, pushing myself up off his lap and onto my knees. Then I did the exact same thing I’d done with the Disciplinarian — grabbed ST’s face in both my hands and gave him a smooch on the mouth. Then I flopped back down. “Happy now??”

“No! I want tongue!”

LOL! “Too bad! You’re not getting any!”

Shortly after that, we moved from the couch to the ottoman, so he could get a better swing. (shudder) And swing he did. I actually clamped both hands over my mouth, because the urge to scream was so strong. By the time I felt the cool, smooth wood of the paddle he always uses for the finale, I was half out of my head. Making incoherent sounds. No tears this time, just my body singing with pain.

That last 10 damn near shot me through the ceiling.

After some leisurely aftercare with lotion, he asked, “So, are we going to watch the video?” Of course. Why not… figured I’d already been spanked, right?

We watched the full clip. Unlike John with all his cheering and caterwauling, ST watched quietly and intently. And when it ended, I was right back on the couch. “What is THIS for?” I bawled.

“For showing it to me! And for being so proud of it!”

Big meanie.

He kept insisting what a naughty girl I was, until I pointed out that if I were good, there would be no reason for him to come here every week, and what would he do with his Monday nights?

“Lots of things,” he asserted. “I could have gotten so much done by now. I could be a millionaire, head of a huge corporation.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes! I do my best thinking on Mondays.”

“Really?” I said brightly. “You could have fooled me.”

Damn, I’m stupid sometimes.

Ah well, it was worth it. But you know, I DO learn. He was mimicking the rapid-fire back-and-forth technique that the Disciplinarian had used with the paddle. I was tempted to point out, “Monkey see, monkey do.” But I refrained.

I don’t suppose I’ll get any credit for that, either. 🙂

I forgot to post any pictures last Friday when I wrote about the clip, so here’s one:

In other news: My dear friend Craig, of “Dark Musing” fame, was kind enough to post a review of my book here. I know he’s been insanely busy lately, so his taking the time to write this means a lot to me. Thank you, Craig.

Can’t believe Late Bloomer has already been out for nearly seven months! Now’s just as good a time as any to post a little reminder: If you’ve read my book and you enjoyed it, please take a minute to add a little review on Amazon, here. And if you haven’t gotten it yet — welllllll. I hope you’ll consider doing so. 🙂

Sweet dreams, ST.

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