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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Change of plans…

I was considering posting a Correspondence Hall of Shame today, but then I got this, part of a barrage of teasing emails I’ve been getting all day, and thought I’d rather focus on a future positive. How far in the future, I have no idea.

Nice long warm-up, bare bottom, over my knee, just enough to get you kicking and wiggling a bit. Red and warm. Then the strap or belt until you find your very happy place. Finally back over my knee for a nice cool down hand spanking.   You will feel it for days…

Oh, my. Yes yes yes, please. And now, if you’ll pardon me while I very briefly slip into a rant….

I want this SO FUCKING BADLY I could scream! UGH! Damn Covid! Damn vaccines! Damn California! Damn damn damn, I’d had it with not playing!! ARGGHHHHHH!!!

(deep breath….)

(sigh) Okay. I’m done. We now return to gratitude for home and work and John and good health and blah blah blah.

So close now… just have to hang on a little longer.

Have a great weekend, y’all. Be safe. ♥

Insanity

I wanted to post something fun and playful and very much on topic this week. I had it all planned out. But after yesterday’s insanity, it seems frivolous to even think about posting it. So I will put it on hold.

I am sick down to my soul. Disgusted. Angry. Scared out of my freaking mind about the next two weeks. Shell-shocked and exhausted.

One thing I am not?

Surprised.

On that awful night in November 2016, when I wept all night in fear and dread, I had no clear idea of what would happen. But I knew something awful was coming.

I’d say God help us all, but you know, atheist.

Oh, BTW, the pandemic is still raging and the hospitals in L.A. are maxed out. The blame for that is on you-know-who as well. This could have been avoided.

Please, friends, be safe. Take good care. ♥

Good thoughts, please

This might be my last update for a while. I really don’t have anything good to post, and the situation here is a bit dire.

The Bobcat fire in Southern California is close to John’s town. It is up in the hills above several foothill communities, and John’s is one of them. I was there with him this weekend, and yesterday, we were told to leave. John is staying at his condo in another county, and I am back at my apartment.

The air quality is poor everywhere, some places worse than others. In John’s area, everything smelled like a barbecue. Mercifully, at my place, the sky is hazy but there is no smell.

Last week began with my A/C that was out for two days when we had triple-digit temperatures, and it ended with my car costing $1550 in various repairs and maintenance. John was healing from a pulled tooth and an infected thumb, and I was dealing with three large, weepy, angry ant bites on my leg with itching that nearly drove me nuts. And now, compared to this fire hanging over our heads like a specter, last week was a picnic.

The entire West Coast is on fire, it seems. Washington and Oregon are badly impacted too. There seems to be no end in sight.

I am home working. Trying to keep my head and not lose it in panic and fear. And anger. Because this didn’t have to happen. And neither did the extremity of the Covid epidemic that’s keeping us from our loved ones at this highly stressful time.

Four years ago, I cried all night in fear, not knowing what exactly I was afraid of but feeling a sense of doom. Now I know exactly what I feared. All this. Living hell, truly. And I’m an atheist and don’t even believe in that crap. But if this isn’t hell, I don’t know what is. Out of control fires. Riots and protests and shootings. An out of control pandemic, with a so-called president who knew how bad it was but lied to all of us.

And that bloated monster is here in CA right now, blaming us for the fires. Go do your fucking hate rallies, you murderous lying bastard. We don’t want you here.

I know other people I love are suffering. This has been an awful year for just about everyone I know. Many tragedies and losses, illnesses, pain. It’s hard to feel like you can ask for support when everyone else needs it too. So… I’m just hunkering down and hoping. I’m not budging from my apartment, where it is quiet and safe. I will work. I need to pay my bills. Play is the furthest thing from my mind right now, so there’s no point in trying to keep up a spanking blog. When/if life calms a bit, I will get back to it.

Please hold a good thought for me. I am so scared.

What do I want?

Happy Friday, kids. It’s been another action-packed week in Pandemic Paradise. Work and workouts, texting with friends, and way too damn much social media. Earlier this week on Twitter, I had the temerity to suggest that people who willfully refuse to wear masks in areas where they are mandated (I’m not talking about the homeless, or other people who don’t have access to them) should be fined. Ohhhhh my. Among many other things, I was called “a good little Nazi youth.” Yeeeesh. With all the other insults, I just deleted them and blocked the people who sent them. But with that one, I couldn’t resist replying “I’m Jewish, you ignorant fuck.”

Ah, good times.

So, coming to the end of another week of dodging the plague, what do I want?

I know some people are having lots of this, but I really don’t want to go that route.

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I suppose I could always go with some of this…

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I have plenty of this in my freezer…

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And thanks to my thoughtful friend Jay, I also have plenty of this…

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Wait — maybe something salty instead? This is what I had for dinner a while back. Don’t judge me.

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Plenty of choices!

But I really don’t want any of the above.

My stomach is well fed and not at all hungry. However, my skin, my body, my heart and soul are hungry.

Goddamn it all to hell, this is what I want.

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But I keep thinking about all the deaths. All the people who can’t breathe. The escalating cases in my state. And no matter how I try to get around it, there seems to be no safe way to play right now.

Sooooo… where’s that @#$%ing chocolate??

(sigh) Have a good weekend, y’all. Be safe.

Curious Cat questions

Okay, so the classic comedy clip didn’t garner much response. I kind of expected that it wouldn’t. So I’ll try something a bit more on topic this time. A while back, Bonnie suggested maybe putting up some of my Curious Cat questions. What is Curious Cat, you might ask?

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Essentially, it’s an app (sometimes used via Twitter or Facebook — I have mine through Twitter) where people can ask you questions anonymously. When people post questions to me, I can either 1. answer them privately, 2. answer them publicly (but the questioner remains anonymous), or 3. delete them. Sometimes, it can be fun, especially if people ask thoughtful and somewhat original questions. Unfortunately, however, despite the fact that I’ve been online for bazillion years, have written countless posts and opinions on countless forums and written books and pretty much told everyone everything, I still get the same. Damn. Questions that I’ve answered a bazillion times, again and again.

So. Here and now, once and for all, I’m going to answer all those CC questions, for the last freaking time. And yes, I will probably be snarky. What a surprise.

I don’t know if I can remember them all, but I can always update this post if I think of more. Here they are, in no particular order.

Do you prefer being spanked by a man or a woman?

(groan) Readers? Y’all know the answer to this, right? Haven’t I stated it in about 1,000 different ways, in 1,000 different places? Men. Males. Y chromosome possessors. Owners of testicles. You get me? No women! Never women! I love women. I have women friends. That doesn’t mean I want to engage in intimate activity with them. I am M/F all the way, all day.

Have you ever topped? Did you like it?

Oy vey. For the last time… I. Do. Not. Top. I topped once. On film. Briefly, because I really wanted to be in this film and I got to bottom in it for a whole lot longer. I hated doing it, I sucked at it, and I never did it again. Ever.

Is spanking sex?

Spanking is sexUAL. Spanking is sexY. But no, for me, I don’t care to combine the two. I love both, but I compartmentalize. Other people’s mileage varies.

What’s your favorite spanking position?

Hung upside down from the chandelier by my toes, while the top swings at me with a pool noodle. No, that’s a lie. OTK, of course. Over. The. Knee. I’ve mentioned that a few times too. Second favorite position? Over pillows on a bed or table for a strapping.

Have you ever been caned?

Yes.

Have you ever been paddled?

Yes. With every possible material, including aluminum.

Have you ever been spanked with a ruler?

Yes.

Have you ever been tawsed?

Yes.

Have you ever been flogged?

Yes.

Have you ever been spanked with a sjambok?

No.

What’s a surefire way to make you cry?

Ask me stupid questions.

What’s the hardest spanking you’ve ever gotten on video?

That’s pretty difficult to say, as they’ve all sort of blurred together over the years. If I had to pick one, it might be the 200 strokes with a wooden paddle that I took for Spanking Court. That was tough. And yes, it marked me like crazy.

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Who’s your favorite film spanker?

I don’t name names of favorites publicly. It always ends up hurting someone’s feelings.

What’s your favorite studio to work with?

See above.

Which shooting experience did you enjoy the most?

See above.

Do spankings really hurt more on a wet bottom?

Yes… they really, really do. Stop asking me that, please.

Which of your videos are you the most proud of?

When Danny Met Erica.

Were you spanked as a child?

I am not going to answer that and give you wank fodder. Get out of my face.

What type of panties do you prefer to wear?

Cheekies, hipsters, tangas, boy-shorts are all styles I enjoy. I like thongs for when I’m wearing something tight-fitting and don’t want panty lines, or for when I’m playing at a big party and want maximum exposure without flashing my bits all over the room.

Do you prefer leather or wooden implements?

(sigh) How many times have I said “I’m allergic to wood”? How many times have I said “Wood belongs in a fireplace”? Leather!

Do you think that regular spankings help keep your bottom firm?

Yeah, I wish. No. Busting your ass with exercise keeps your ass firm. There are no easy ways out.

Does spanking make you wet/horny/juicy/aroused/excited/etc.?

Depends on who’s doing it. Probably wouldn’t if you did it.

Do you like being told what to do? Do you like scolding? Do you like being told to go to your room? Do you like it when the man takes down your panties or tells you to do it yourself? Do you like looking in the mirror afterward? And so on, and so on… Look, I don’t mean to sound cranky. But Jeeezus… some people are actually capable of asking an original, thoughtful question that I haven’t already answered a thousand times. Here are a couple of examples that impressed me.

What do you like about being in subspace? How can someone get you there fast?

My answer:
1. Subspace is utter bliss. For that short period, the world goes away and there is only me and my top, and I’m floating in euphoria, awash in endorphins and oxytocin.
2. You don’t get there “fast.” It takes time, patience, and trust in one’s partner.

How are you different in your screen persona and play persona? What video is most like you IRL [In Real Life]?

My answer:
What a cool question; thank you.
On video, I was a louder version of the private play me. I talked more, I yelled more, projected a lot more — it’s more fun to watch an animated bottom, I think. In private play, I quiet down sooner and settle into the scene, allowing my body and mind to process the sensations.
The video that captures me the best is When Danny Met Erica. It has a little of many sides of me — sarcastic, high and mighty, playful, combative, and ultimately, vulnerable and soft.

See? It’s possible!

Before I sign off, while I’m in snark mode, I have one more thing to comment on.

If you have COPD, if you have asthma or any other sort of breathing disorder that makes it so you cannot comfortably wear a face mask, then okay. If you can’t, you can’t. If you’re just an entitled, selfish, obnoxious idiot who still thinks Covid-19 is a hoax and that having to wear a mask violates your rights somehow, if you throw a fit publicly when asked to put one on… Go fuck yourself with a 2 x 4. Sideways. You’re part of the reason why this damn thing keeps getting worse.

The other day, I saw a thoroughly revolting, petulant tweet from hotshot rogue pastor Greg Locke in Bumfukistan, US of A. The guy comes off like a better-looking Jim Jones. It was on the day before July 4th, and it read as follows:

We will not shut down church services. We will not social distance at church. We will not require masks. We will not apologize. We will not contribute to the false narrative of fear and control. We will continue to grow. We will not bow. #IndependenceDay #NoMask

What a twat-waffle. I read this and the first thing I thought was, it sounds like Dr. Seuss having a tantrum. So I retweeted it, and added this:

We will not eat green eggs and ham.
We will not buy this Covid scam.
We will not close our church sublime.
We will not live past summertime.
#FuckingIdiot

Yup, I’m going to hell. I really don’t care. All my friends will be there.

Have a good weekend, y’all. Please be safe.

OT: Because we really need to laugh

Last week, we lost TV icon Carl Reiner. He was 98 years old. A lot of younger people don’t remember who he was; hell, they don’t even remember who his son is (Rob Reiner, from All in the Family). But he had a brilliant career that spanned decades.

Back in television’s infancy, before many of us were born (yeah, even me), there was a comedy/variety show called Your Show of Shows, and it showcased the talents of four amazing comics: Sid Caesar, Imogene Coca, Howard Morris, and Carl Reiner. Carl was the only one of them remaining, until last week. Since then, many clips have been floating about, and last weekend, John and I happened upon a program on PBS that featured some of the best of YSOS. As with much early comedy, these sketches were highly physical.

A segue: I’ve been exposed up close and personal to comedy all my life. I’m kind of a humor snob; I know what I like, and what I don’t. And I have kind of a love-hate relationship with physical comedy. On the one hand, what makes up a lot of what’s called “slapstick” is not to my liking. For example, I may be the only person on the planet who feels like this, but I loathe and despise the whole trope of throwing pies or other messy food in someone’s face. Not only do I not find it funny, but the sight of it quite literally turns my stomach. It’s gross! And I’ve never found broad shtick where people get hurt to be amusing either. Some prat falls can make me giggle, but when people get their teeth knocked out, their heads bashed, their hands slammed under a piano lid or burned on a hot dish, etc., I don’t laugh, I cringe. (As you’ve probably figured out if you didn’t already know, I hate the Three Stooges with a passion.)

On the other hand, though, some physical comedy is amazing. It requires great dexterity and timing, agility, and the ability to amuse and convey ideas and situations with simple body movements. When we watched that PBS program last weekend, I saw one of the classic skits from YSOS for the first time, and I was howling through the entire thing. Not a word was spoken, just the incredible timing and physicality of these four players. I don’t think there is anything nowadays that comes anywhere near this.

So I found it on YouTube and thought I’d share it. Yeah, I know, it’s long — clocks in at over seven minutes. But it’s worth your attention. How they all kept straight faces, I don’t know. And they made it look so easy, but I’m sure it was anything but. The best performers make things look easy.

Sorry the film quality isn’t great. Oh, and in case you’re wondering — no, no one in my family was involved in this sketch, in front of or behind the camera. I just thought it was hilarious, and I hope you guys laugh as much as I did. 🙂 Because fuck-all knows we need to laugh right about now. (Be sure you go to Full Screen to see it best.)

 

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