Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

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Pre-party warm-up, Part 1 and 2

Before I get into anything else — yesterday was John’s and my 20th anniversary. We met on Friday, August 30, 1996… it’s been one hell of a twenty years, filled with love and loss and discovery and heartbreak and joy and all the things that make up a relationship. I love you, John. ♥

See my pretty anniversary roses?


So on to Part 1 — now that it’s done, I can talk about it. I shot video with Alex and Paul on Monday! Every time I think I’m retired, someone decides I’m not. 🙂 Another one of Alex’s clients wanted a custom video, but this one was much simpler and shorter, no script, and included the three of us. First time Alex and I have ever been spanked together on video, even though we’ve been friends for years. So much fun! Plus, since they had me there, they’d decided to shoot two more clips with me for Northern Spanking’s site. Alex’s long-time friend Rafi was handling the camera, so we were in good hands.

For the custom clip, Alex provided a dress for me, since she knew exactly what her client had in mind. For another, she gave me cute blue silk PJs, and for the third, I wore my own dress. All three scenarios were high-energy, and they were done quickly. I got there at 4:30, and we were done shooting three clips at 6:30! I hung out there until about 7:15; they were all going to dinner, but I regretfully had to pass on that, as I needed to get back home and do some work.

Sorry, no pictures yet, but I’m sure there will be some soon! Meanwhile, I got a nice warm-up for the party, what with Paul’s three hand spankings plus a nice little belt thrashing at the end of the third clip. I ♥ Alex and Paul!

Part 2 — yesterday, Steve came over for the first time in three weeks. We had planned it to be just a visit, no play, as I was short on time, plus he had pulled a back muscle backpacking the week before. However, as we sat on the couch chatting away and I got to talking about the shoot, I mentioned how Alex had taken a selfie of the two of us before I left. It was outdoors, and close up, and I hated how I looked in it. There she was, her face smooth and fresh and perfect… and then there I was, looking tired, with bags under my eyes. Ugh ugh ugh. I looked like her grandmother. Yes, people, I Photoshop my face pictures, a little. Mostly to wipe out the eye bags/crinkles; what can I say, I’m vain. But when I showed the photo to Steve, he scoffed and said he thought I looked beautiful. I pooh-poohed his compliment, said he was prejudiced, and he had a thing for old ladies.

His demeanor changed. “I want you over my knee, right now,” he said.

“Steve, your back!” I protested. “Come on.”

“Over my knee, right now,” he repeated.

“No!” I insisted.

“‘No’ is not an option. Now.”

He was serious. Well, how could I argue with that? He hates it when I put myself down.

Just a little taste, he said. To tide me over until Friday. Just enough for a little warmth and color.

(Ha! I’ve been editing books written by British authors and I almost typed “colour.”)

But I digress… (and no, this isn’t Photoshopped)


Off he went shortly thereafter and I was back to work. I’m finally catching up — I’m down to my last work assignment and should have that done by tonight.

So the countdown commences. Clearly, I am nervous. Last week, I had three red blotches on the left side of my face, along my jaw, and I thought something had bitten me. But this week, my right cheek has two more puffy red welts and there’s a third next to my right eyebrow. Stress hives… It’s so much fun being me, kids. I ran out last night to get some Zyrtec (antihistamine) and today the three blotches are red dots, so they should be okay by Friday. Meanwhile, my computer is straggling along — I’m having my hard drive replaced sometime after I get home — and my landline isn’t working, so I have to deal with AT&T after I get home as well. But all will melt away and disappear once we’re on our way to Vegas.

Off to the gym for my last pre-party workout, and then home to… what else… work! Happy Hump Day.

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.

And now for something completely different…

…and something you’ll never see again.

Yeah. Me in a cheerleader outfit.

It’s true. My contribution to Sarah Gregory’s Cheerleader Spankings site is up. I am a most reluctant cheerleader (hence the video name Cheerless Cheerleader) grudgingly agreeing to indulge hubby John’s fantasy. He said he’d always wanted to “fuck a cheerleader,” and I told him to please, be my guest, find one and knock himself out! But noooo, it had to be me. (sigh) Anyway, you can read all about it on Chief John’s Spanking Blogg, here. Lots of pictures and a couple of GIFs too.

“Well? Are you happy now??” Sheesh. The things we have to do to please our mates.


And in other news: Pandora Blake is back!!!! She won her battle with ATVOD! Read all about it. Now that’s something to cheer about. Congratulations, Pandora, and here’s to lots more wonderful videos from you.

Back to work I go…

Another thing to cross off the spanko bucket list…

Participating in a custom video shoot!

My sister-pal Alex Reynolds offers custom shoots for clients who would like something shot just for themselves, with their chosen fantasies, dialogue, outfits, etc. It’s a very cool service option — you can read all about it on her blog, here. As you can see, I’m listed among the local models available, but I never figured anyone would request me.

But lo and behold — this weekend, I worked in a cast of seven for Alex’s client’s requested shoot; I will refer to him as Mr. W. He’d written a script about a private girls’ school, and guess who got to play the nasty, egotistical, over-the-top bitch of a governess? 😀

What amazing company — along with Alex and Mr. W., the shoot included Chelsea Pfeiffer, Christy Cutie, Harley Havic and Dorothy Burnette. It was quite elaborate with many scenes, both indoors and out, and several costume changes. Alex had rented Bordello of Decadence, a local BDSM play space, for the weekend, and we spent half the day there Saturday rehearsing and blocking, and then all day yesterday shooting.

I wish I had pictures to show you, but I don’t have any, and they wouldn’t be mine to show anyway. The schoolgirl uniforms were fully authentic, down to the ties and caps, and Alex even bought desks, which she, Christy and Dorothy were struggling to put together, a la IKEA, yesterday. We had a camera operator who clearly knew his stuff and was very patient, working with us to do/redo everything necessary.

No, I didn’t do any spanking, even though I was the school governess. I was there mostly to make life miserable for Headmistress Chelsea, and try to take over the school. I did have one very brief spanking scene when I was seducing Mr. W., but Chelsea caught us in the act and it ended quickly.

So much fun!! We had a lot of laughs all day, and everyone was in good spirits, even though some of us were dealing with physical discomfort — both Mr. W and Alex had colds, Chelsea had a hip injury and Harley had a swollen ankle and was limping around on a cane between scenes. Can I just stop here for a minute and rave about how incredibly well Alex pulled this whole thing together? She had a million details to deal with — bags and bags of clothes, scripts, props, furniture, implements, release forms, arranging for the camera guy and the rental of the space, coordinating everyone, making sure we had snacks and water, details, details, details. My governess getup called for a pillbox hat and gloves, neither of which I have, so she got them for me. A last-minute scene addition required me to be in conservative underwear — granny panties and a slip — and I don’t own those either, so she brought them for me. She had pages and pages of notes and to-do lists and was so organized. A shoot this complex has all the potential for something or another to go disastrously wrong, but we had none of that. I’d say the worst thing that happened all day was that a tub of hummus got knocked onto the floor. 🙂 (Not gonna say who did it, but it wasn’t me, for once!)

The only thing I feel a little bad about was that I had trouble with my lines. I had a fair amount of dialogue — big chunks of it, in fact — and had had just a couple of days with the script to memorize it. Days where I was super busy with work and didn’t have much time. It’s been several years since I’ve worked with a script; I used to be really good at memorizing lines, but I don’t seem to be anymore. So we did some cheats — white boards, scripts laid out on desks like they were school papers, etc. — but I still blew my lines repeatedly. However, in editing, they cut out all the flubs and piece everything together, so none of that will show. But I still feel like I could have done a much better job. (sigh) Mr. W. was very nice and assured me that it was all fine. (To be fair to myself, others struggled with their lines too!)

The movie was actually pretty funny. We even had a “dream sequence,” with Alex, Harley and Christy cheerleading topless, and me in my underwear miming doing lewd things with a cane. Yes, really. I also had to fake being shot in the ass with a pea shooter (no peas were actually shot, but pea shooters played a big part in this film).

I had not seen Chelsea for a few years, so it was awesome to hang out with her again! ♥

We convened at noon yesterday and were done by 7:00 — not bad at all! As per usual after a shoot, where adrenaline is running high, I dropped hard and was yawning and feeling boneless. And of course the @#$%ing freeway was crawling on the way home. What the hell? Where are all these people going on a Sunday night?? But I finally got home, unpacked, and crashed.

No Steve tomorrow, once again. He’s still sick and doesn’t want to take a chance in infecting me. (sigh) This means I haven’t been spanked in a month; no pre-party warm-up. I’m screwed. (But I’ll deal. I’m a trouper that way.)

Thank you thank you thank you, Alex and Mr. W! 🙂

Back from Vegas — Shadow Lane 2015

I’m still in that nether mode — not my party self, but not fully back into reality either. A bit foggy brained due to lack of sleep, sensory overload and a lot of junk food, but since this is my official last day off, I must attempt to record this before I forget a lot of it.

It was very different this year, since Shadow Lane did away with the ballroom format and made the entire party suite-centered (thus the name Suite Surrender). Basically, they had one of the presidential suites (901), which was open each night from 9 PM to 2 AM, and then Joe (DrLectr) had the suite at the other end of the hall (960), which he kept open for us 24/7. Our party occupied all of the 5th and 9th floors, and part of the 8th and 10th. Several other people had parties and gatherings in their suites at designated times, so we had Guidebook (a smart phone app) with the schedule on it. For those who didn’t have the app, updates, suite numbers, etc. were posted on a white board in the SL suite, and also on FetLife. One way or another, there was information available.

Overall, it was a great improvement. The price went from $150 per ticket to $40, and since people love to congregate in the suites the most, we didn’t miss the ballroom all that much. It had a more casual feel, people coming and going, not quite as much dressing up). They didn’t have the name tags anymore. The downside: it could be hard to find people. Because we didn’t have the central meeting place anymore (the ballroom), and the Shadow Lane suite was open only from 9 to 2, people tended to scatter and find their own niches and rooms and small gatherings. If you didn’t have someone’s phone number, you couldn’t contact them. There was a lot of “Where are you?” texts going on during the weekend. And there were times where one would go to the event rooms, not see a whole lot of people, and wonder just where the hell everyone was. Fortunately, John and I are connected well enough to know how to find our friends, but what happened with the newbies? I guess there are some bugs to be worked out, given that it’s a new format. But overall, the feedback was positive.

Friday, after arriving, unpacking and napping, we went first to room 1037, where a mini vendor fair was going on, and Cassandra Park was selling the My First Spanking anthology, the one to which I contributed a story. The usual greetings and hugs and kisses ensued. Lots of new faces — I think I didn’t recognize about one third of the people this time. But also the return of a lot of familiar folks who hadn’t been around for a while, including Bob and Ariel, who used to be the suite-party throwers back in the day, long before the mantle was passed on to Joe (who does it so well now that I can’t imagine any party without him). And also the return of photographer Andrew Morgan, whom I first met in 2000 and had many memorable scenes with over the years, until he dropped out for a while. I adore Andy! You may remember that he took this favorite old classic picture of me:


And of course, even though I can see them anytime, no party is complete without my girls Alex and SpankCake, and it was a joy to see Paul Kennedy back from the UK. Alex always has an extra glow when he is back home. ♥

Unfortunately, 1037 was a small suite and with all those bodies, it quickly got very crowded and hot, so we bailed and went to 960, where I did my first scene of the weekend with Joe. I knew I was shooting in the morning and didn’t want to wear myself out or get marked right out of the gate, so I was going to choose my Friday partners carefully. Joe is Must-Not-Miss play partner, so I was more than thrilled to have him warm me up for the weekend, both with his hand and then a selection of straps. Damn, but he’s amazing with those things, using them in both hands — precise, perfect, and I can just relax into it, knowing I’m not going to get a shot that’s too high or too low, or that wraps around my hip. Just doesn’t happen with him.

Ooooh! Look what Joe just texted me! 😀 First scene of Shadow Lane 2015:


Next scene was with my sweet friend Michael (InspectHerHide on Fet), another party favorite, and another playmate with whom I know I can relax and just enjoy, because he will take care of me. We went off to his room to have a lovely opening-night scene, and he surprised me at the end by incorporating a thorough foot rub during aftercare. You know it’s been a good scene when you don’t want to go back to the party! It was only 11:30, but at that moment, I could have happily gone to bed. (But I didn’t.)

More greetings, and one more scene (this time with Maurice), back in 960. Later, we went to check out Shadow Lane’s suite, where I saw Anna Valentina, another one I hadn’t seen in years. We chatted it up until the suite closed at 2:00. Everyone went trooping back to 960; I wanted to, but I knew I needed some sleep so I’d be at least somewhat refreshed for my shoot the next day. So, reluctantly, we went back to our room, had some snacks (there was no official meal anywhere that evening, so we were starving), and then went to bed.


I almost never sleep well at these things on Friday night because I’m too keyed up, so John had to drag me out of bed in the morning so I could shower, dress, put on makeup and do my hair, because my shoot was at noon. We decided to forgo breakfast and decided to have a late lunch instead after I was done (I can’t eat before I shoot, anyway).

A bit of background — last year, when I shot with Sarah and John, John and I did a silly, playful scene where I gambled away all our money and he spanked me for it. Apparently, people critiqued it to pieces. “It’s too light.” “Too much talking.” “Erica Scott can take way more than that.” Sheeesh. What do these people want, blood? (That was a rhetorical question, because yes, they do.) I swear, all these armchair (or basement) critics want nowadays is harder and faster, no talking, just screaming, and it’s not a spanking unless the bottom looks like a war zone. So they decided our second scene was going to be more of a domestic discipline scene — less banter and sass, more serious and intense. I was up for that. I mean, a lot of folks think I’m one-note, but I’m not. I can do a harder, more emotional scene. I just usually choose not to, especially at a party.

But first, before the heavier scene…

John and I played husband and wife, and apparently, my husband has a fetish for cheerleaders. We’re on vacation, and I come back to our hotel room to find a cheerleader outfit spread on the bed, with a note that reads: “Put me on!” Of course I am shocked and offended, refuse and argue, and spanking ensues until I agree to cooperate, but I’m so cranky and petulant about it, more spanking ensues! (big surprise there)

Yes, folks. I, Erica Scott, was dressed up in a cheerleader outfit. Complete with white socks and sneakers. If you saw flying pigs outside your window on Saturday, that’s why.

Don’t have any shots from the scene yet, but here’s one John took while I was getting dressed:


Then it was time for Scene #2. In this one, we were at a spanking party, and had already been playing some (which would explain why my bottom was already red). It started out lighthearted: Hubby was warming me up in our room for the main event that evening. But when I accidentally let on that I’d played with a man he’d forbade me to play with, things turned. Then it became punishment… no sass, no banter, just discipline. And let me tell you, as playful as John can be, when he decides to put on his Serious Top act, it’s hot, and it’s real. I was reduced to apologies and tears, and was truly contrite at the end. He was not going easy on me. I hope our critics will be satisfied already and STFU! :-Þ


We were finished by 1:30, so I dressed, went back to my room to clean up a bit, and then John and I joined Mir at Café Siena for lunch. It’s not a party weekend without at least one meal at Café Siena, for us. I know not everyone likes it there, but I find it to be a comfortable and easy place in which to hang out and talk, congregate with fellow party-goers, have a light meal. Since it was later, we didn’t see anyone else, but that was OK — gave the three of us time to sit and catch up.

That evening, Tom from SF was opening his suite to us for a pizza party, and then Strict Dave’s CP Court at 10. This too was a departure from the usual, because Court is always on Sunday noon. But this weekend, Bob and Ariel were having a brunch for everyone on Sunday morning, and so they rescheduled Court for Saturday. The early part of the evening was a little awkward, because the chairs for Court were already set up, and people were sitting and talking — no play was going on. We all knew it was going to be standing room only in a couple of hours and wanted to get our seats early, so John and I sat with Tall & Strict and his beautiful girlfriend Bella Bijou and talked until it was time for court. I was a little restless and wished we could leave to go to the other rooms, see what was going on, but didn’t want to give up our seats. But once Court started, it was worth the wait. The room was packed; it seemed like the whole party showed up. Alex, Kelley, SC and Maddy ended up sitting at our feet; it was that crowded. I didn’t get called on any cases this time, but I didn’t expect to be.

After court, we all migrated to 960 which was hopping. A lot of it is a blur of talking — John and I spent time chatting with Jaibug, and I caught up with Alex a bit. At one point, I looked across the room and saw Roy (CalNation on Fet), who smiled and beckoned me over with his finger. You guys may remember that he came to his first SL party last year, we hit it off and ended up doing a scene in the suite bathroom because every other place was taken. He’d liked that so much, we bypassed all the available beds and chairs and went straight to the bathroom again. It’s kind of neat doing it in there! There are padded vanity benches, and mirrors all around, so we could see ourselves playing (although I had my head down and my eyes closed most of the time).

What a hot scene. I love how he plays — he’s got a powerful hand, but he balances that by doing lovely sensual things with his other hand, like cupping my face, gently fisting my hair, or simply curling his arm around my head and drawing it into his side. I was practically purring, and I didn’t want the scene to end. “Why are you so bad, Erica?” he murmured to me. “Why are you always getting punished?” Well, duh. Look at where I am right now, with this delicious man. Being good wouldn’t get me here! 😀

Another party weekend staple is a flogging from Fineous; he found me later in the evening and we found a spot on one of the beds. Another top with whom I can let go and fully relax, because I know those double floggers will be spot on. And he gave me a lovely massage with lotion afterward; always so welcome at these weekends. I’ve mentioned this before: One expects to have a sore butt, but other areas get a workout as well, like necks and lower backs!

Andy and I had planned to play that night — our first time in years — but we kept missing each other. Finally, around 3:00, I saw him chatting with John, so I approached him and said “How about now?” We were right in front of the St. Andrew’s cross in Joe’s room, so he tipped his head toward it and said, “How about here?” Wellllllll… I’m not much for BDSM equipment; haven’t been on a St. Andrew’s cross for years and years, not since a memorably bad scene I did when I was fairly new. But with Andy, I felt like I could do anything. So I found myself stripping naked and stepped up to it, putting my arms up and assuming the spread-leg, butt-thrust out position. He asked me what I felt like, and I said more flogging would always be welcome, and that of course, no scene with Andy is complete without some caning (he is a Brit, after all).

Oh. My. God. What a scene. Andy and I picked up seamlessly, as if there hadn’t been a several-year gap. He was as precise as ever, and kept it interesting, changing up the tempo and intensity, interspersing severity with rubbing and sensual strokes, and I went into subspace, writhing and moaning and my legs trembling uncontrollably. He saved the cane strokes for the end, and I was howling in pleasure-pain. When he was done, he held me close as I shook and shook and clung to him, trying to catch my breath. And there there was the debacle of trying to put my panties back on. I was so out of it, I absolutely could not get my feet/legs into the holes; I kept stumbling and stepping on them. Finally managed to get them on and pulled up… and they were backwards. So I had to take them off and start over again. After I got my bra on, I bumbled my way into the bathroom to pit the rest of my clothes on. John followed me in, bringing me a bottle of ice-cold water and helping me into my clothes. By now, not only were my legs shaking, but my whole body was trembling and even my teeth were chattering a little. I know that sounds bad, but believe me, it was sublime. My only regret was that I didn’t get any pictures of this scene.

Needless to say, after this, I was done. John managed to get me back to our room, where we crashed about 4:30.


Somehow, I managed to drag myself out of bed, bedraggled and sore, and into the shower to get ready for Bob and Ariel’s brunch. They had another of the presidential suites and they were opening it to all of us from 10:30 to 2:00. When they said “bagel brunch,” we pretty much expected to see a couple of platters of bagels and some cream cheese, some drinks, and not much more. Were we in for a pleasant shock!

The spread was amazing; it was like going to a five-star champagne buffet. They had two stations with bagels, tubs of cream cheese, platters piled with lox, and toasters. The center table was laden with deli meats and cheeses, salads, pickles and olives, bread and spreads, fresh fruit. Plenty of fresh coffee, both regular and decaf. The bar was loaded with soft drinks and water, plus the makings for Bloody Marys and mimosas. Oh, and pastries. We wanted for nothing.They had even bought the coffeemakers and the toasters, since the hotel wouldn’t provide them, for whatever reason. Thank you, Bob, Ariel and Callie! You guys are the best!

The suite was packed with happy sleepy people, munching away and chatting with friends. I sat with SC for a while and caught up with her, and talked with several others — John and I stayed to the very end. I don’t recall seeing anyone play, but I don’t think too many people felt like it. No matter… we still had all of Sunday night. After that, John and I went back to our room and collapsed, full of good food (and me tipsy from a mimosa), and napped for several hours.

SC had told me to text her when we woke up, so I did, and it turned out a small group had congregated in her suite and they were going to dinner. “Join us; we haven’t had a dinner together yet!” she wrote. So we freshened up a bit, I put on some makeup, and we headed off to meet the others. It was a fun Sunday night group — John and me, Alex and Paul, SC, Princess Kelley, Sophie and her beau (I don’t know his scene name, and don’t want to mention his real name, because I don’t know if that’s OK). What a sweetie he is! She looked glowing and happy, which made us happy too. We all wanted something casual and close, so we settled on Gordon Biersch, which was just a couple of blocks away from the hotel. It turned out to be the perfect choice — not crowded or noisy, varied menu, a great server, and not too expensive. I got a chicken breast that was covered in sauteed cherry tomatoes, with brown rice and grilled asparagus, and John got a salad. The rest of the table’s meals ranged from healthy (salmon) to the decadent (lobster mac and cheese), and we shared a triple chocolate brownie a la mode for dessert. Lots of talking and laughing, and we stayed there for a couple of hours before wandering back, ready for the last suite party of the weekend. John and I stopped back in our room so we could freshen up and I could change my clothes.

I was happy to see Kinky Coach — we’d seen him on Friday, but I hadn’t played with him then. When he turned up in Joe’s room later that night, he came over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. I was sitting on the couch with John and Gino, talking, and I caught KC’s eye. He beckoned me over, so I came to him and he enveloped me in one of his wonderful bear hugs, massaging along my spine with his fingertips. Then he said, “Go tell your man I’m taking you to my room for a while.”

I so love playing with him! He’s fun and sensual and naughty and unpredictable — his play style is delicious, and he had me laughing so hard, I snorted twice. So sexy and attractive! But he seemed to get a huge kick out of that. To refresh your memories on KC: He and I seem to have developed a tradition in which he marks me in some way each time we play, This dates back to the first time we played, two years ago, when he was hugging me after the scene and gave me a playful nip on the chest, which immediately bloomed into a big red mark! He was a little taken aback, worried that he’d gone too far, but I loved it, and John made a huge thing about it, pointing it out to everyone for the rest of the night.


And last year, he left bruises on the front of my thighs.


(You may remember those adorable panties as the ones Beth made for me!)

So, while we were cuddling a bit after our scene, I said, “You know, it’s not a [KC] scene until you leave some sort of damage on me,” which made him laugh like hell. I added, “Where are you going to mark me this time?” In reply, he suddenly reared up and bit the area where my shoulder and chest meet. Then he sucked on it briefly. It doesn’t take much, with my fair skin. I couldn’t stop laughing. “This is the dumbest hickey I’ve ever had in my life!” I blurted. “Why there?” He shrugged, “I can’t be too predictable, can I?” Sheesh, where is it going to be next time??


John’s comment when he saw this? “She’s uneven!” To which KC quipped, “I left the other side for you!” Then he added, “It’s on her left side where she carries her purse, so I told her she could always tell you that it’s purse-strap irritation and she could get you to buy her a new purse.” John’s reply: “Yeah, that’ll happen.” Hummph. 🙂

We wandered back and forth between Joe’s room and SL’s suite — in 901, I saw SC and Alex, who had changed into costume, as the theme for that night was Uniforms. Alex was in a very sexy nurse’s outfit, and SC was decked out like a kinky old-time cigarette girl. She even had a tray, but instead of cigarettes and cigars, it was filled with implements! Andy found me and we did another scene, this time over a spanking bench with an assortment of his implements. I was very sore by this time, but there was no way I was passing up a second scene with Andy. He used a cane, a couple of straps and leather paddles, and even gave me a taste of a London Tanner tawse, which nearly sent me through the ceiling! I think the scene would have gone on a lot longer, but Andy noticed a couple of small spots (my weak spots) on my right cheek that looked like they were just about to break, so he stopped. He’s so conscientious that way. Welcome back, Andy. I’d missed you.

During dinner, Michael had texted me: “I hope you haven’t left. I need some Erica butt and cuddles.” Well, of course. Got to have that final wind-down scene, don’t we? He found me later in Joe’s suite, just as I was about to go into the bathroom, around 1:30. “Is it time?” he asked. “I want to be your last, but I don’t want to play now if you still have others you want to play with first.” I thought about it, and realized I was sated and happy and didn’t feel like I’d missed anyone (except for Strict Michael, who had to leave Saturday afternoon and we didn’t get a chance to play, boooo!). So I said yes, and he said, “Go ahead, I’ll be waiting for you.” I went into the bathroom, fixed my hair and makeup a little, opened the door… and he was still standing right there, which made me jump! “I told you I’d be waiting for you!” he said. We then did an OTK/hand scene on the couch, one that was public, but we interacted with no one. I buried my face in a pillow and just sank into him, feeling. He did a long, slow buildup over my dress, then raised it and ramped it up, little by little. The final flurry had me moaning, and when he finished, I collapsed onto him, and we stayed there for a very long time, coming down. I could hear the party all around us, hearing laughing and talking and slapping and screaming, but it all felt removed. It took a while before I wanted to turn away from him, face the room, come back to the living. John joined us in a while, and I sat between the two of them for a very long time, just watching, feeling mellow and sleepy and a little sad that it was all ending, once again. Some pretty riveting scenes were going on, including FlaPaddler whipping Zoey on the cross and Joe double-strapping Brooke and Nuna, so we watched. The last scene of our weekend before we took off was watching a very intense caning of Princess Kelley by FP. She looked beautiful, teary-eyed and pained yet blissful.

Ah, the goodbyes. All the hugs, just like in the beginning, this time more lingering because they were goodbye hugs. We straggled back to our room close to 4:00, did some packing, then hit the bed for a couple of hours of sleep before heading off early. We hoped to beat the Labor Day traffic, which we usually do by hitting the road early, but this time, it was crowded nonetheless and it took us five hours instead of four. I shudder to think what later drivers encountered!

Anyway… thank you, Shadow Lane, and all the people who opened their rooms, who played with me, laughed with me, talked with me, hugged me and loved me — too many to name, and I’d forget some, but you all know who you are. I love you back, and I’m so grateful for you. Hugs and kisses to all.

Last but not least, thank you to my beloved John, for being with me, for putting up with my nerves and crazies, and for making my party complete. ♥

Oh, and while I’m sore and tender, I don’t have a mark on me today. Amazing.

The Spanking Court report (long!)

Another fantastic time to add to the memory bank. 🙂

OK, I know some are wondering what direction we took with my shoot, so I won’t draw it out any longer. Last week when V and I played and I’d been in such a down and tense mood, he noticed how I literally transformed under his hands. After he left, he and Cali exchanged emails about it.

Spanking Court’s goal is to deal with real issues, not just the crimes and misdemeanors. They have what they call case studies — people who aren’t brought to court, but come voluntarily for help in dealing with a particular problem with the Court’s Disciplinary Program. V and Cali came up with this concept for an ongoing case: a woman who has struggled with depression and has discovered that, along with the traditional therapies of medication, exercise, etc., impact play/spanking helps her deal with her periodic episodes, breaking through the malaise, knocking down the walls and elevating endorphins and mood. So… this woman seeks help from SC for professional, compassionate but neutral spanking therapy.

And that woman would be me.

Tricky concept. Didn’t want to get too dark with it, but didn’t want to make light of it, either. I wanted to present the issue honestly and respectfully, and still maintain my Erica-ness — my signature sass. I was nervous about it, but I knew as soon as they presented it to me that I wanted to do it.

Saturday morning, I headed for the studio, bag packed with a ton of stuff, and I arrived about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. So I sat in the car for a while and then called Cali on her cell, so she could find me in the parking lot. Lunch had been planned for 11:45, but they were running late, so she came out and found me — what a cutie she is in person. Porcelain skin, blonde curls and those enormous eyes. We walked back to the entryway, where The Villain, Dana and Ten (who was shooting that day as well) were having a smoke.

I knew I’d like Dana even before I met her, and I wasn’t wrong. She got up to shake my hand, then flapped her hand aside and pulled me into a big hug. Ten and I shook hands, then V came over to greet me, smiling and fixing me with that look of his. He knew I was nervous, dammit. He smirked at me so intently that I blurted, “Is this how it’s going to be all day, you looking at me like that?” Yup, it was. Wouldn’t have it any other way, though.

Cali took me around the studio — it’s huge! Mazes of hallways and lots of rooms. We had our own conference room and then a shooting area with the courtroom and the discipline room. She introduced me to several people, and damned if I remember all the names, but everyone was very friendly. They even had a makeup artist on set; I’d already done mine, but she touched me up a little, put some stuff under my eyes, a little more blush, etc.

I was shooting two sessions; it turned out Ten was doing a fairly elaborate scenario and was doing six sessions. Yikes! For each spanking session, there is also a court appearance scene, so they were still shooting her court scenes. Lunch was put off until about 1:30, where we all trooped across the street to Cali and her hubby H’s home for a buffet. I was too nervous to eat much, but they had shrimp! I can’t turn down shrimp. 🙂 Had a small pile of those plus some fruit, and I was done. Sat and chatted with Ten briefly during lunch; she’d been to the BBW the previous weekend, lucky girl. OK, OK, I won’t go back there, I promise!

After lunch, Ten shot her remaining courtroom scenes. The conference room was very comfortable and well stocked with snacks and drinks, so I was happy to sit there and read or chat with whoever was there at the time. V didn’t have to be on set until the spanking scenes started, so he kept me company some of the time. The makeup artist (wish I could remember her name) was a doll — she and I talked a bit too.

When they were ready for me, we shot my courtroom scenes first, the ones where I meet with the judge and discuss my issue. That first scene was a little nerve-wracking, as I was unscripted and simply had to tell him about myself and my moodiness, how I feel about it and why I came here. I tried not to think about it too much; just talked and talked. The hardest part, I think, was having to do it all over again, because they wanted two versions of the court scenes (so they could cut and edit the best of both into one). I tried very hard to keep focused on the judge and not drop my eyes and look away like I usually do. After the camera stopped, I caught Dana’s eye and she winked at me. Cali gave me a thumbs-up from outside the door. And V came in, walked around the cameras and came over to hug me. They said I did well — I was honest but not maudlin. Just what I wanted.

Then, wardrobe change and I shot the courtroom scene before the second session, in which I come back and tell the judge how the first session went for me and if I wished to proceed.

V, Cali and I had already decided between us how it was going to go: For the first session, I’d be compliant and it would be a straightforward Court Discipline scene. The judge decreed I’d get 100 with a leather strap, which was pretty much a minimum session. However… when I come in the second time, I’d be in a bit of a mood. Have an attitude. Tell the judge that I need more. He’d up the amount a bit, and then I’d be more challenging with the Disciplinarian, pushing him to ramp it up.

Around 3:30-4:00 (I think?) all the courtroom scenes were shot — all of Ten’s, mine, and one for Lisa, another Court case study who was there for a maintenance session. (She’s there for weight loss, and has already lost nearly 50 pounds!) So, let the spankings begin! They were going to alternate Ten and me, with Lisa’s scene somewhere in the middle, so Ten went first. It turned out I needn’t have fussed about my clothes so much, because they put me in the orange “Sentenced” scrubs after all. I didn’t have any flats with me, though, so I asked Cali if it was OK for me to be barefoot. In reply, she opened a closet and showed me an area filled with pairs of clean white sneakers, all sizes! Very impressive. I slipped on an 8 1/2 pair and tightened the Velcro straps. Good… I hate fumbling with laces when I’m nervous.

Finally, it was time for me to shoot the first spanking session. The Discipline Room was daunting, with an amazing array of implements hung on pegboards, the spanking bench in the middle, and V standing there in his all-black outfit, looking fierce. Dana, playing the bailiff/guard, led me over to the bench, asked me to remove my shoes and then my pants, and lie over the bench. V then announced the count and began. I had to count each stroke. Lord knows I get enough practice counting with NG every week, so that part was easy. The strapping was light to medium and I was properly cooperative.

But that was about to change. 🙂

I checked in with Cali and V before the next session, making sure we were all on the same page. I was going to come in in a Mood this time, belligerent and challenging. The first spanking didn’t do enough; it wasn’t hard enough to give me that endorphin rush I needed, so this time I was going to make damn sure that it did.

The judge had decided I’d get 125 this time, again with a leather strap. But V and I decided to switch it up; I’d sass him so relentlessly, he’d change to a wooden implement at 50. I giggled, telling him how much I was going to challenge him. “Yeah,” he said, “let’s just see how that goes for you.” Uh oh. I even told Dana in advance that I was going to be bitchy to her. She approved.

So when she led me to the bench, I pulled my arm away from her, petulantly saying that I knew the way. I met V’s glare with my own. And when he gave me the first swat, I said nothing. “Would you care to count?” he snapped.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Had you started?”

And we were off and running.

I pushed, he pushed back. If he gave me swats I thought were too light, I counted them as half-strokes. When he paused at 50, I said, “Are you tired already?” I heard him fumbling around behind me — I wasn’t supposed to know he was switching implements, so I ragged on him, asking what the holdup was. Then CRAAAAAAACK! The first whack with the wooden whatever it was. I never did see what he used.

I screamed and hollered my way through the next 75, clawing at the bench but holding position (they didn’t shackle me). He’d pause to torment me a little, ask me how that was, was it hard enough now? “Oh, just get on with it,” I shrieked. He complied.

I wasn’t fighting or sassing during the last 25, I don’t think. I just bore down and kept the count, and he went faster as we got near the end. After 125, I sort of collapsed onto the bench, panting. He ordered me to stand up and then exit, and on my way out, I glanced at him and meekly said, “Thank you.”

Holy moly — as soon as those cameras stopped, I could feel my butt burning. People were cheering and complimenting our scene, and there it was, that wonderful euphoria. I sort of stumbled/waddled out of the room and sprawled out onto the couch in the hallway, lying on my side with my arm dangling onto the carpet and grinning like an idiot. I think people got a kick out of that — here’s this crazy woman who just got her a$% beat and she’s giggling like a schoolgirl. Cali even took some photos (or maybe it was footage? I’m not sure) of my lying there — perhaps as “evidence” that the Court therapy worked!

Ten’s a trouper; she did six of those scenes?? Yowsers. But it looks like I’ll get to do more myself — they want me back. (beaming) No need to twist my arm; this was so much fun and you couldn’t ask for nicer people.

I was done, so I got out of the scrubs, packed up my things and gave Cali my IDs for the model paperwork. It was now around 7:10 and I hadn’t eaten anything since a few shrimp at lunchtime, even though H had gone out to get Subway platters and I could have had a turkey sandwich, but I didn’t. So now that it was all over, the adrenaline plunged, as did my blood sugar, so I was eager to get to John’s house so we could have dinner. I felt bad that I’d kept him waiting this long, but he was very sweet about it.

So I made my rounds and hugged everyone goodbye, took off… and promptly got lost. It was a combination of factors: I was still in LaLa Land from the scene, I was hungry and tired, I was in Hollywood and I’m not super familiar with the streets there, and I have no sense of direction whatsoever even on my best day. While I should have headed northeast, I ended up going southwest, and had no idea where I was. At 8:05, I pulled over and called John. “I’m lost.”

He got on his computer, went to Google Maps and asked me what the nearest cross street was; I said Fairfax and Melrose. “What’s across the street on your left?” I glanced over. “It looks like a school.” “Ah, Fairfax High,” he said. “OK…” and he proceeded to give me directions. Somehow, they penetrated my foggy brain and I was able to get myself to his place. It was nearly 9:00 and by the time we got out and found a place nearby that was open (he lives in a tiny, sleepy little town and they roll up the sidewalks at 9:00 on Saturday night), I was ready to eat the tires off my car, but I was OK once I got some sustenance.

Despite being wiped out, I was keyed up and couldn’t stop talking even after we went to bed. So today, I was a zombie. But a happy zombie.

Soooooo… marks? Yup. Both cheeks were mottled and red last night, but the left one had mostly faded today. The right one, notsomuch.

No complaints from yours truly, though. As Dana put it: “You asked for that one, honey.” 😀  Now I think I know why V was whacking my left cheek over and over at one point — he was trying to even me out! Of course, I didn’t appreciate his efforts, yelling, “I have two cheeks, dammit!”

Let’s just hope New Guy isn’t feeling overly sadistic tomorrow…

What a fun weekend. Thank you, Spanking Court!

I’ll end with my favorite line from yesterday. The makeup artist had to remain on set all afternoon, so she could touch us up between scenes. After Ten shot her first spanking scene, one of the cameramen came into the conference room, his eyes sparkling, and said, “They just shot a spanking scene!” (Apparently, he was new to the set and hadn’t seen that sort of thing before.) The makeup girl cheerfully answered, “Oh, good! Does anything need powdering?” I almost fell on the floor.

Hope everyone had a nice Mother’s Day.

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