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.

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Thank you and questions

Thanks to everyone who posted birthday greetings to New Guy. As you can see, they motivated him to come out of the woodwork and post a comment! 🙂 And he let the cat out of the bag… yes, my own birthday is next week. Gawd, am I screwed. This Monday, I’m in for both his birthday spanking and my own!

(OK, so it sounds like I’m complaining. But you know I’m really not.)

Some thoughts for you to ponder. First, since we’ve been playing for a year now, calling him New Guy is kind of ridiculous. But I can’t seem to get past that name. I don’t want to use his first-name initial; that’s too mundane. Suggestions, anyone? (And don’t suggest “Old Guy.” I’m older than he is.)

Second, I’ve had a request for a book signature via snail mail. Should I get a P.O. Box? I’ve never had one before. Are they good things to have, or not worth the cost in today’s electronic world?

Third, John has asked me to research laptop computers. Neither of us has one, and we are thinking about either getting one for him that I can borrow when we go on party trips, or splurging and getting one for each of us.

So I started researching online last week, and my head exploded.

I know nothing about wireless technology — I still have a desktop with the old-fashioned snarl of wires and cords. I have no idea how wireless computers work and what one needs. There are about six different subgroups in laptops; OK, I know I don’t need a fancy gaming one, but I don’t want the super cheapo budget ones either. I know you get what you pay for. For John, it should be portable; for me, it would be more of a desktop replacement. The array of features is damn near impossible to navigate. And every time I think I’ve narrowed down my search to a brand, a model, etc., because I’ve read good reviews on it, then I find bad ones.

Please, PLEASE do not suggest a Macbook. Yes, I know how Mac users feel about their computers. Yes, I know the Macbook is superior. But it’s too expensive and I’ve never used a Mac before. I am sticking with a PC.

So, with that caveat in place, does anyone have thoughts about what’s good, what gives the most bang for the buck, blah blah blah? I’d say the budget is between $500-1000, although John and I disagree on that. He wants to go cheap, I want to go a little higher and get better quality.

Currently, I have a Dell. But I’ve read that Dell laptops aren’t as good as some of the other brands out there. I’ve seen a lot of good reviews for a brand called Asus, and I’ve never heard of them.

And how does one become laptop/wireless savvy? Is there a site where one can go with some good, current basics that’s understandable to computer dummies like me?

Yup, there’s a good representation of me trying to navigate all this techno information. I might as well be trying to learn a new language. Do they have Rosetta Stone software for people who don’t speak computer?
That’s enough questions for now, I suppose. I’m going to collect the pieces of my brain strewn all over the room and get ready to head for John’s.
Have a great weekend, y’all.

In 45 minutes…

… it will be September 15. I suppose I could be a perfectionist and wait until midnight, but I’m fading rapidly this evening. If I don’t do it now, it will have to wait until (late) tomorrow morning.

So just pretend it’s already the 15th, will ya?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NEW GUY!!!!

We met last year right after your birthday, so I didn’t get to wish you a happy one then. I am definitely making up for that now.

Thank you for being my top, my friend, and the special person you are. I hope it’s a wonderful day — and year — for you!

Everyone wish NG a good one! 😀

I never learn

And aren’t y’all glad for that? 😀  Of course, New Guy keeps trying to teach me. Week after week after week. One might think he actually enjoys the frustration of attempting the impossible.

Despite the fact that I was partying away in Vegas last weekend and was drop-dead exhausted on Monday, I still missed him come Monday night. It didn’t feel the same. So I really looked forward to seeing him this evening. Right on time, he showed up, bearing his toy bag… and something else. A surprise.

Flowers!!

What’s even better than flowers? Flowers for no reason! I asked what the occasion was, and he just shrugged and smiled. Perhaps it was because we met just about a year ago. Or maybe it’s ’cause he missed me as much as I missed him. 🙂 Such a sweetie he is.

Of course, then the flower-bearing Dr. Jekyll morphed into the implement-wielding Dr. Hyde in a New York heartbeat…

He thought it was inappropriate for me to blog all about my Shadow Lane adventures in Las Vegas. “I thought what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“But nothing — you broke the Vegas rule!”

I tried to protest that I have a responsibility to my readers to give them details of these events. “And I have a responsibility to keep you in line,” he answered.

Oh, brother. Can you tell what I thought of that by the look on my face?

When he got into the full swings with the big black strap, he commented about his femdom friend and how she puts her full arm into it with follow-through, just like this. “This is her technique?” I asked. “Yup,” he said.

“So,” I said, “does that mean you spank like a girl?”

Probably not the best thing to say. I don’t know what possesses me sometimes. (could it be…. Satan????)

Later when I was back OTK and all those damned implements were lying close by, he said something about how he hates having to do this. (Yeah, tell me another one.) I said, “Really? Well, if you hate it so much, then you won’t be needing these.” And I reached over and shoved all the implements off the bed onto the floor.

That probably wasn’t a good idea either.

Guess what my grand finale was? Twenty strikes with each implement. All six of them. Ow. I suppose I asked for that, huh…

You know, I believe I’m going to have more soreness tomorrow from one session with NG, than I did last week after 12 scenes.

Wouldn’t have it any other way.

@#$%ing Tootsie Rolls!

Yes, I know. That’s a very strange title for a blog entry. But I do have an explanation. (don’t I always?)

I love Tootsie Rolls. I always have a bag of the Midgees in my kitchen, and I usually have a few of them in a Baggie in my purse. Last Saturday at John’s while we were watching TV, we were having snacks and drinking coffee, and I pulled a Tootsie Roll out of my purse to munch on.

The next day, John took me by the hand when I was about to leave. “Come over here, young lady.” He led me over to his coffee table and pointed. I looked down and saw magazines, a couple of DVDs, the DVD remote. Oh, and one lone crumpled Tootsie Roll wrapper.

“Do you think my coffee table is a garbage receptacle?” he asked. Well no, of course not. I merely overlooked that little wrapper when we were cleaning up.

“Here’s what you’re going to do,” he ordered, still gripping my hand. “You’re going to tell [New Guy] about this, and have him handle it as he sees fit. Then you have him email me and tell me if he thinks the situation was handled well enough, or if you need more. If he and I determine that further punishment is in order, I’m taking you to Las Vegas this weekend and letting everyone spank you.”

Oh, brother. Sure, honey. Whatever you say. I figured he was just in pre-Shadow Lane toppy tease mode, but then tonight on the phone, he reiterated what he wanted me to do. Fine…

So New Guy came over, and I told him the story. Surprise, surprise, he agreed with John that I’d committed an egregious and irresponsible act. (rolling eyes) “Too bad we don’t have that wrapper here,” he said.

“Oh, but we do,” I said, giggling. I got up, went to the kitchen and came back holding a Tootsie Roll Midgee. He unwrapped it and we split it. Then he crumpled the wrapper and threw it on my coffee table. “Is that about the way it was on John’s table?” he asked. “Yup,” I said.

“I think you need to get up close and personal with that wrapper.” He then cleared everything off the table (except the wrapper). Next thing I knew, I was on the table.

Spanking and lecturing then ensued, with the intent being that I’d never forget to pick up after myself again. (Dammit! I just overlooked it! I cleaned up everything else! Argghh) Ah, but NG is diabolical. He took it an extra step.

“I think you should have that wrapper taped to your nose.”

Yeah, right. And I think you should go fornicate yourself.

He told me to go get some tape. I said no. He convinced me with his heavy black strap that I really should go get the @#$%ing tape.

Yes, kids. I had to endure the rest of the spanking with a Tootsie Roll wrapper taped to my nose.

The grand finale was 10 belt strokes, and he said I needed to count them and say after each one, “I will not leave Tootsie Roll wrappers laying around.”

“Do you want me to leave the incorrect grammar intact?” I snapped. Laying, indeed. I got extra for correcting him, but it was well worth it.

(sigh) I’m afraid I failed to grasp the gravity of the situation. I just couldn’t stop laughing.

We actually didn’t play all that hard tonight, honestly. I think he was leaving me in one piece for this coming weekend. I will not see him next Monday, as we’ll just be getting home. But I have no doubt that in two weeks, he’ll make up for it.

And I’ll be happy to see him, as always. 🙂

Damned traffic!

New Guy called me tonight from the road; he was stuck on the 134 Freeway and it was not moving. Not at all. In fact, he called 10 minutes later and said it still hadn’t moved, so he was going to be a while.

I checked one of the traffic websites, and sure enough, there was an accident on the 134 West. So he was 40 minutes late. Very frustrating drive.

Y’all know where this is going, right?

Of course! It was all MY fault. Because he wouldn’t have been on that damn freeway in the first place if he weren’t coming to see ME.

Hey, I didn’t tell those idiots to crash into each other! I didn’t send out a bulletin telling half the people in L.A. to get on the freeway at the same time. However, these logical points merely disintegrated into the Top Ether.

“I’m going to take my road rage out on your bottom,” he growled.

“Why can’t you get a gun like everyone else?” I blurted.

“Because this is more fun, and far less jail time.”

Humph.

A couple of minutes later, I couldn’t resist needling him a little, saying, “You know, this doesn’t really feel like road rage. It feels more like a road snit.”

“Oh yeah??” Aaaaaand, that was the end of the warmup. Me and my big mouth.



Ah, but it’s OK. I wasn’t really complaining. 🙂 

Afterward, he asked if I was happy. “Oh yeah,” I gasped. He laughed. “But not too happy?”

“There are different types and degrees of happiness,” I mumbled, still spacy. “This isn’t like birthday cake happiness, it’s more like spanked into @#$%ing oblivion happiness.” Probably not the most articulate of explanations, but I think he got it.

Excellent news — the remaining four books that CreateSpace owed me were delivered today, so I was able to give NG his signed copy.

My face is a bit overexposed, but I still like this shot — Lookie! Me and my book! 🙂

I need to stop clicking on CreateSpace every five minutes to check on sales. Obsessive much, Erica?

Thanks for another lovely Monday, not-so-New Guy. 🙂

Bad Kitty

That would be me. At least according to my shirt.

John calls me that often. Since I consider myself to have many feline traits (love to sleep, picky eater, hate loud noises, won’t pay any attention to you unless I damn well feel like it), it’s a good fit, I think.
New Guy, of course, thought the Bad Kitty needed obedience lessons. I hissed at him. He didn’t like that.
As soon as I went OTK, he complained about my shorts. “What is this — you’ve got buttons on these back pockets. You want me to hurt my hand?” He started wrestling the shorts down immediately.
“What a sissy boy you are,” I teased, “afraid of a few buttons!” Oh, he SO did not appreciate that.
He was big on the wide leather strap tonight; I think I got more of that than anything else. As usual, all the toys blurred after a while.

Besides the usual two rounds of spanking, guess what else we did? Yup — watched a Spanking Court clip! My second one (the one we had to reshoot) went up on their site this morning. It was fun watching it with NG, since (as you would expect) he had a running commentary going through it all.

“I notice you don’t count in halves and quarters with me!” (He’s right, I don’t. That would be really, really foolish.)

“I would have started over at one if you said that to me!” (Well then, I won’t say it to you.)

“I would have chosen a heavier paddle!” (Well. How rude.)

Anyway, for those who haven’t joined the SC site yet, here’s a photo:

Check out Mr. Meanie-Face! You’d think I’d annoyed him or something. And that was before he switched to wood.
Anywayyyyyy… I guess I’m Good Kitty for a while. A brief while. Purrrrrrrrrr.

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