Correspondence Hall of Shame, 6/28

Been a while since I had one of these! I figured we could use a few snickers after all the aggravation over Blogger and its capricious decisions. I have decided that it's not as drastic as it originally sounded and it's more about advertising and making money than adult content, but I guess we'll all find out. Meanwhile, I have exported my blog into a file on my hard drive, and I created a WordPress account and imported all my posts/comments there for safekeeping, just in case. However, what with my loathing of change, I won't be switching over unless I have to.

Enough of that; time for a little fun.

if you like seeing guys cum on cam you should watch me =) id like to bust for you!

That poor Cam person, still out there with strangers wanking all over him. No, I don't want to watch. Go bust your other head.

The next two are from women!

I would lick your sexy wrinkled soles and tongue your ass like there is no tomorrow!

There will be no tomorrow for you, honey, if you bring that tongue anywhere near my ass.

I suppose this is technically a compliment, but it needs work. It was posted on one of my FetLife videos, by a girl of 19:

At first this was weird 'cause you are so far from my age.. But then it was just cute cause you're awesome and funny.

Thank you...I think. The second sentence gave me a nice piece of cake, but the first sentence sorta pooped on it. You're still young, sweetie. Learn how to give a proper compliment.

What a wonderful bottom, soft and juicy and todger throbbingly arousing...

Although I've never heard that term before, I think I can figure out what todger means. Soft and juicy?? You make my butt sound like an overripe persimmon. It's your todger that's soft, methinks.

Your pics make me soul and cock ache

Nothing worse than a Cockney with a cockache.

And finally -- what haven't I gotten for a while? One of those long-winded form letters that have zero to do with what I'm seeking. Feast your eyes.

I am 60 …the picture on my ALT profile is not me… I am very careful in my online activities….If a relationship develops I will provide u with pictures and everything about me before u make any decision. The words in my ALT profile do describe my life as a Dom and my likes/dislikes..

On a personal level I have been active in business investments…retired lawyer by background ……… fortunately I have been very successful .... back in the world of d/s for the first time in 3 years..... I am married…..3 grown children each married with children...... my ALT profile discloses that.... unfortunately my wife is recovering from breast cancer.... in remission... but I had given up my d/s to care for her.....during our marriage she was never interested in d/s.... strictly vanilla.....a wonderful relationship but she told me early to pursue my "kinks" away from her and our children. I did so discretely.... quietly but I love bdsm.... I have had 3 part time slaves over my 20 years of D/s and BDSM involvement. I am fortunate enough to afford them. I have been unable to spend more than part time with any....spending a few nights here and there but mainly during the day.... my slaves don't work at a outside job as they need to meet my schedule. I will allow for a slave to pursue a job or schooling but it is built around our D/s time schedule I allow them to have outside relationships because it is only fair..... safe sex...etc. I prefer for my slaves to have female lovers because I enjoy occasionally watching but I do permit male lovers if I approve of them. All of my former slaves have found (with my help and approval) the “love of their lives…. They all have children…. I am part of their lives as “Daddy”.

I do have strict rules…..I have online relationships with a number of slave “prospects”….I will not support them financially until they are physically under my control. I am very careful in dealing with slaves over the internet…. I don’t use western union, money gram , money pak or any wire transfer. My preference is to have a USPS mail delivery address and send Cash through overnight delivery. If u and I develop a relationship, I would set up a checking account for u and make deposits into that account for ur support.

If my email interests u I will chat with u on ym and email and get to know u better

Master Xxxxxx

(clutching my head) I'd forgotten just how much these make my brain ache.

Dear Idiot: I don't care how much money you have, or how you will send it to me. There isn't enough money in the world to entice me to have anything to do with you. I have the love of my life (a male, thank you), plus the world's best top, and I don't need your approval for either of them. I just wasted several minutes of my precious time reading this blather, and yet you apparently didn't spend a nanosecond reading any of my profile. Go. Away.

Speaking of the CHoS, here's the latest on the book. I received a reading proof in the mail last week, so I read it thoroughly and made a few tweaks. Plus, I didn't like how the cover looked, so I revamped that a bit, then resubmitted everything. Yesterday, they contacted me to let me know the changes had been approved and they were sending me another proof, which I should get in a couple of days. If it looks good, then I give them the green light, and it goes on sale! Fingers crossed. :-)

Have a great weekend, y'all.

What the... ? Bloggers, HELP

I have heard some buzz today that Blogger is deleting all adult blogs, come this Sunday. Is this for real, or is it urban myth?

I did Google "Blogger" + "deleting adult blogs" and saw a bunch of old posts from 2010, 2011, etc. about similar scares. Nothing seemed to come of those, although who knows. I can't find any sort of official announcement anywhere. Does anyone know if this is really happening?

And if so, what can we do? How does one back up a blog that goes back years? Is there any way to pick up the whole thing and transfer it elsewhere? If so, how? My Internet savvy is highly limited in these areas.

Really need to hear from those in the know -- thanks! :-)

EDIT: OK, so it seems it's not a complete sweep of adult blogs, but those who "monetize," whatever the hell that means. You can't have advertisements to pay porn sites and so forth. But what constitutes advertising? If I post a link to a Spanking Library video for sale, is that advertising??

Here's the notice that some have received (I have not):

"You are receiving this message because you are the admin of a blog hosted on Blogger which is identified to have Adult content.

Please be advised that on June 30th 2013, we will be updating our Content Policy to strictly prohibit the monetization of Adult content on Blogger. After June 30th 2013, we will be enforcing this policy and will remove blogs which are adult in nature and are displaying advertisements to adult websites.

If your adult blog currently has advertisements which are adult in nature, you should remove them as soon as possible as to avoid any potential Terms of Service violation and/or content removals.

Sincerely,
The Blogger Team"

What exactly does this mean?

As promised, some fun stuff

I was more than ready for some fun -- not to mention stress release -- yesterday.

A little background on yesterday's scene: A couple of weeks ago when I was going to shoot with Lily and Robert, Steve had asked if he could come. I got their OK, and we even thought it would be fun if he held the camera for one clip so Robert could strap both Lily and me. But... that afternoon, Steve had to cancel. Dad stuff. He was very apologetic in reality -- but for video's sake, he wasn't going to give up on that "top is always right" business. :-) So we had quite the lively discussion about it. 

So you guys can watch and decide: Was it contention, correction, or coercion?

I hope you guys aren't sick of these little videos we've been posting. I've been posting some of them on FetLife too, but not everyone there can watch them (you have to be a FetLife sponsor to be able to see videos). One woman commented today that it's a fun video, but she doesn't like people who always have to be right and a top should own up when he makes a mistake. Um... our point exactly. We're spoofing that sort of person. :-) 

A moment of relaxation before the implement onslaught:

Here's Part 1:

MVI 0011 from Erica Scott on Vimeo.

And Part 2:

MVI 0012 from Erica Scott on Vimeo.

Hope you enjoy!

Lest you think Steve is a big meanie top, he also gave me a lovely lower back massage afterward, which made my back feel so much better. Although today at the gym, it started hurting again. (sigh) I can't wait to feel 100% again!

Quick update

Tomorrow -- my scene report, with videos. But for tonight, an update on John.

His angiogram went well, as I mentioned in the comments on the last blog. The coronary arteries are clean, no blockages. So now, he can move forward with researching the heart valve replacement. Unfortunately, even though they can laparoscopically repair bad valves these days, John's is too far gone for that, so it will have to be replaced.

John is one of the toughest people I know. For the test, he had a local swab of lidocaine for the puncture, where they inserted the catheter. And that is IT. They had put an IV in his hand for Valium to relax him and dull any discomfort, but then he asked if that was optional. When they said yes, he declined the Valium. To be fair, all types of anesthesia and tranquilizers make him sick, so he avoids them whenever possible. But if someone were threading a catheter from my groin to my heart and injecting dye, I would take any drugs they offered and deal with the nausea later!!

So, as a result, he didn't have any after-effects. He had to remain lying still for a few hours after the procedure, but he felt fine. They gave him a sandwich and some water to drink and he was comfortable. I picked him up at 2:15, and the nurse wheeled him to my car. Once I got him home, I put him to bed and he crashed for a few more hours.

It was a quiet weekend. John was very tired, but otherwise OK. I was still coughing and hobbling around with my sore back, so between the two of us, we were quite the energetic pair. No driving, no lifting, no bending over for 48 hours, but by this morning, he could resume all activities and went back to work. 

Probably needless to say, but I am hugely relieved that this weekend is behind us. I know I probably made too big a deal about this test, but I can't help it. I worry. I guess I always will. When his heart surgery comes around, whenever that may be, I know I will deal with it. I'll be a nut case, but I'll deal.

Oh... and because this still is a kink blog, despite all the OT drama of late, here's a link to a Spanking Tube preview of the audit video I did with Lily and Robert. :-) 

Fun stuff tomorrow!

OT: Good thoughts, please

Tomorrow morning is John's angiogram. In case you don't know what that is, here's what they'll be doing: They will sedate him, make an incision in his groin, insert a catheter and thread it all the way up to the arteries around his heart. Then they will inject dye so they can see what's going on in those arteries.

The irony of all this is John is probably the last person to need this test. His heart may be working at about 2/3 capacity (if that), but I'm betting his coronary arteries are clean as a newborn. His weight, blood pressure, cholesterol and pulse are all low. He does more exercise than most men half his age do, he eats healthfully, he's never smoked, blah blah blah. But they're doing it anyway. I guess they have to with all heart patients.

The test itself takes about 30-45 minutes. But there's a lot of prep, and afterward, he needs to lie flat without sitting up for two to four hours. And let's face it, it's Kaiser Permanente. There will be time delays and bureaucratic snafus. So I'm not sure when I'll be able to take him home. At least I have a proper address (the facility has multiple buildings and it's a huge maze) and the direct phone number of the lab area. 

I'm more nervous than he is, I think. I made the mistake of looking up the test online and reading the litany of things that can go wrong (bleeding, tears in the artery, heart attack, infection, much more). Reallllly stupid idea. I know they have to list all that crap for legal reasons, but it's enough to scare a person half to death.

John went to a lawyer today and had a medical directive and a simple will prepared. He's also giving me power of attorney, and the potential responsibility of that is terrifying. He said this procedure and all the prep and so forth is like a "trial run" for when he has open-heart surgery. Whatever. I don't even want to think about that now. I just want to get him through this stupid test and get him home so he can rest and recover. He's not supposed to do any bending or lifting for a couple of days, no driving, etc. He can go back to work on Monday, though.

I am not as on top of my game as I hoped I'd be. I had a coughing fit on Tuesday night in bed, and I guess my body was sick to death of all the stress caused by all this damned coughing. Because when I woke up Wednesday morning, my lower back was out. Bad. Saw the chiropractor, and I have been using ice-packs and Advil since then. I'm a bit better, but still moving gingerly. Hopefully it will be even better tomorrow. 

Notice I asked for good thoughts. I didn't ask for prayers, because I don't believe in them. But if you do, and you feel like throwing one or two his way, have at it. I'll take anything.

I just want him to be OK. 

Will update when I can. Meanwhile... have a great weekend, y'all.

Much better :-)

Yesterday I worked out, and today I got worked over. Definitely feeling better.

Steve showed up bearing Trader Joe's treats (chocolate-almond Lacey's cookies and triple ginger snaps -- yummm!), and we spent some time catching up. I was still coughing, but more than ready to play once again.

Damn -- skip one week and Instant Wuss! My right cheek marked with several red dots, just from his hand. But that didn't mean I wanted him to stop, of course. He asked for my preference: Bed or ottoman? I was already fog-brained from the extended warm-up and I didn't answer. "Would you like me to choose for you?" I nodded. He chose the ottoman. I do like it there; I can pile up the pillows and get a nice high butt thrust.

Here I am placing said pillows:

Flattering angle... not! (eye roll)

You know, he's still insisting that he's always right. I said I suppose that we're all allowed at least one delusion in life. He agreed and went on trying to convince me what a good one this delusion was. When just his hand didn't work, he moved on to implements. 

He said that the lexan paddle was his favorite. Oh, really? I suggested that perhaps he should use it on himself, if he likes it that much. "Great idea!" he enthused. "I'll just pretend I'm hitting myself with it! AH! Oh, that feels good! I love that! Want me to hit myself again?" 

Arrgggggghh. 

OK, at least this angle is better. My legs don't look like they're two feet tall. ;-) Five implements, three of them from Cane-iac. 

I did feel like my tolerance was a bit diminished, but that's no doubt due to illness and some residual weakness. I still relished it all, settled into it and grew quieter as the scene neared its conclusion. (That quiet happened sometime after I gave him a ration of noise for constantly saying, "There you go." "There you go." It's like a freaking tic with him. :-Þ)

Later, after some lovely and much-needed aftercare, I asked if he'd take some more pictures. I'm still working on my new book, and I've had to think about what I want to do for the cover. With Late Bloomer, I had Zelle's amazing designing talents. But now she's working full-time plus doing a lot of family caretaking, and there's no way I would prevail upon her for this. I don't really feel like working with someone else, and lord knows I don't know how to design a book cover. So I checked out the Cover Creator function at CreateSpace, where I'm building the book. They have a selection of pre-fab covers that you can customize (not a whole lot, though), add your own pictures, etc. So I thought it would be fun to have a cover photo of me in front of the computer, tearing my hair out or something like that.

Here's the photo I put on the front (the space was small):

And on the inside cover page, where I have more room, I used this:

Then, after double-checking the interior and converting it to a PDF, I sent the files to CreateSpace for their review. If all is good, they'll send me a proof copy. Exciting stuff. :-) The final version ended up being 164 pages after I'd formatted it. That's for a paperback; yeah, I'm still doing a real book. Later, I'll see if Blushing Books or Stormy Night Publications (or both!) are interested in carrying it, and if so, then I'll have an eBook version with them (and they design covers, so perhaps they can do something fun for the Kindle version). Lots of possibilities.

I really needed today. I was feeling rather forlorn with this damned cold; the blog felt stagnant and forgotten; and all I could do was cough and keep yawning to pop my right ear and think about John's upcoming angiogram. (Note to self: do NOT look up medical procedures on the Internet. Really bad idea.) Seeing Steve was, to use the word I did earlier, restorative. 

He told me several times today during the scene that I please him. It's most definitely mutual. Even if he is delusional. ♥

Happy Father's Day

To all my friends who are fathers, to all my friends who have fathers, Happy Father's Day. To all who are missing theirs, as I am, I hope you've had some good memories today, some warm thoughts. 

We visited my stepfather last night. I'm still coughing and my ears are still popping and doing weird things, but the worst of the cold is well over and the time of contagion is past. We took him to dinner and had a few fun hours. It's kind of surreal -- he is 95 now, and the sight of him makes me nervous. He's... shrunk! There's no other way to put it. He used to be a robust, fit man of 6' 2", about 195 pounds. Now he weighs 149 and his body looks like a bundle of sticks and twisted pipe cleaners. Hugging him feels like hugging a skeleton. But he's still sharp and funny, can hold up his end of the conversation just fine, and he's a joy to be around. I gave him a card that read: "Our family may not be perfect"-- (oh brother, is that the understatement of the year) -- "but the best thing about it is that you're in it." That's the truth.

I think I've told every anecdote I can think of about my father over the years in these blogs, and my bleary congested brain can't come up with anything new right now. So I'll just do my usual -- post an old picture and send my love out to Dad's essence; always with me, because he's always in my head and heart.

My 18th birthday -- forever ago.

Seeing Steve on Tuesday instead of tomorrow. So I have another day for recovery. I may even attempt a visit to the gym; I have not moved a muscle for a week and a half. Trouble is, the least bit of exertion (and at this point, we're talking about laughing too hard) brings on a coughing fit. But I have to get back to my routines sooner or later. I'll take it easy, I promise.

Good night, Dad. ♥

Well, the good news is...

... I have no secondary infection. I thought for sure I did. Because this is one of the worst damn colds I've had in a long time. 

It basically ate my entire week. I have done next to nothing and have only been out to go to the doctor, to pick up some more Advil and go to the bank. No gym, no nothing. Gym -- ha! Between the plugged-up ears (and resulting loss of equilibrium) and my barking cough, one jumping jack would put me in the hospital. Fortunately, I've had some work to do, so that provided some distraction.

I finally broke down and went to the doc on Wednesday, because I thought I might have an ear infection. She said no, but everything is swollen and inflamed because my sinuses, and I quote, are "filled with crap." I also told her I haven't been able to sleep because of my cough, so she gave me a scrip for cough medicine + codeine, and suggested I use saline nasal rinse. Oh, joy. Ever pour warm salt solution up your nose? It's about as much fun as it sounds.

More good news: John did not come down with this, this week. I hope the germs escaped him and aren't merely incubating. He needs to be healthy for his angiogram next Friday. On Thursday, he has an appointment with an attorney to make out a living trust/medical directive. If the unspeakable happens, I will be responsible for decisions about his care, and also inherit his estate. Scares the freaking hell out of me, honestly. But if he loves and trusts me enough to do that, then I need to honor it. It's not like we think anything is going to happen; it's more like a worst-case scenario. Because if something did happen and he didn't have any sort of wishes stated, everything he has would go into probate, and then whatever didn't get sucked up by the lawyers would end up with his next of kin. NO WAY. I can just see his vulture sister swooping in, plundering his bank accounts and claiming his Waterford crystal.

Anyway, enough of that. I feel a little better, although pretty tired and listless. My ears are still pluggy. And my cough, while at bay during the day, bursts into full cry at night. The first night with the codeine syrup, I took the instructed one teaspoon. Oh, please. That did nothing. So I took another teaspoon, fell asleep for about an hour, then woke up coughing my brains out. Took a third teaspoon and then slept for the rest of the night. So last night, I cut to the chase and just took a freaking tablespoon. Fell asleep, but woke up four hours later... you guessed it, coughing my brains out. I give up. I guess I'm stuck with this for as long as it takes. I don't think I'm contagious anymore; these are just the dregs, although they're taking their sweet time wearing off.

So on with the tea w/honey and Airborne, the Advil, and the sleep whenever I can snatch it in between bouts of gagging on my own lungs. And hopefully, I can get back to real life soon. And play, dammit!

Have a great weekend, y'all.

First clip up!

As I sit here steeped in misery and mucus, Lily was kind enough to distract me by sending some stills from the first clip she put up. In this one, I'm getting a most unwelcome visit from an IRS agent. Apparently, my tax records are somewhat suspect.

I'd had an inspiration for a sight gag, so before the shoot, I sat with my calculator, turned on the PRINT function and started typing/printing out slips of paper with numbers on them, to serve as receipts. I kept this up until I'd collected a bagful of them. During our interview, Robert said he wanted to see my receipts, so I presented the bag to him. Surprise, surprise -- he wasn't pleased with the lack of organization, and he said I needed to do something with them.

So I did.

I guess he wasn't too pleased with that, either. Even more demands -- I had to fetch my own hairbrush. Oh, the horror.

This was our second-to-last scene, so we went a bit heavier than we'd done on the first two. He was able to get me to transition from name-calling to pleading with a lot of convincing from that damned brush.

If you needed any more evidence that the IRS really sucks, this is it!

You can read more details here.

Cold, begone. I will have no more of thee. 

I hate colds

Hate hate HATE them! (like anyone loves them, right?) Arrgh.

Felt one coming on Friday afternoon. I called John and said, "I think I'm getting sick. Maybe I shouldn't come over." Nooooooooooo, he said. "I don't want to give you anything!" I protested. "You always get so much sicker than I do." He insisted that he would catch colds from the office anyway, and he missed me and wanted me to come over. I probably should have stuck to my guns, but John was persistent. And dammit, I wanted to see him too.

So I spent the weekend at his place. We had to cancel our visit to my stepdad, though, which really bummed me out. But there was no way I'm going to expose a 95-year-old man to cold germs -- that could kill him. So we did very little, just hung out. John took me out for comfort food: wonton soup, Japanese udon (noodles). Yesterday, I woke up with a raging headache and a ridiculous amount of pressure in my right ear, which kept popping as if I were on a plane. I told John I felt like my head was going to explode and my brains would come shooting out my ear. (Lovely imagery, huh?) Fortunately, as soon as I was able to eat something and take some Advil, the pain ebbed. John was worried about me. "The sparkle's gone out of your eyes," he said. 

Came home; managed to get some sleep, despite middle-of-the-night coughing fits. But of course, seeing Steve is out of the question. So is the gym. 

So let's review: one crappy little germ is not only making me miserable, but it deprived my stepdad of his visit, will most likely make John sick as well, kept me from my Steve fix and won't let me work out. What suckage! Steve wanted to know if he could bring some chicken soup or something and drop it off on my doorstep. But I don't need anything; I went to the store yesterday and bought groceries. So I don't want him bothering with that, although the offer was nice.

Here's the good news: At least I don't have to worry about calling in sick at a job and feeling guilty. This morning, I recalled a time about 20 years ago when I had gotten sick, then developed a secondary infection and had to miss about a week of work. Apparently, my boss had had to do all the proofreading, and they'd gotten swamped while I was gone.

When I finally came back, still feeling pretty weak, I was shocked at what I found at my desk. It looked like a cyclone had struck there. Everything was out of place, papers piled up all over, Post-it notes plastered everywhere. There were messy marked-up proofs strewn about, with my boss's Post-its on them: "See what you missed while you were gone?" "See what we had to deal with?" Another note, written in angry slashes: "You are not allowed to get sick EVER AGAIN!" But that wasn't the worst of it.

Our company "mascot" was a giraffe, as our slogan was "We're heads above the rest!" So we all had a little giraffe plush toy for our desks. My desk was right in front of a window with blinds, and as I surveyed the wreckage, my eye fell on the blinds and my blood froze. My boss had taken my giraffe and cut through its neck, leaving just a small piece intact. Then she'd wrapped the blind cord around the giraffe's semi-severed neck and left it hanging. And below that, another note was taped: "Yes, I got a little stressed out while you were gone."

Say it with me, kids: What a psycho! And people wonder why I refuse to go back to office work. 

So today, R & R. And hopefully quick recovery. I hope everyone had a nice weekend.

Friday Meme

Because I can't resist these things, I'm ending the week with the latest meme floating around. I confess, however, that I deleted five of the questions. I categorically refuse to answer stupid crap like "What's your favorite planet?" Of course, some would argue that everything in these memes is stupid crap. :-) OK, so stupid is relative. Anyway...

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Can you think a groan?

2. How much cash do you have on you?  About $150.

3. Do you own more than 100 CDs?  No.  6/9 Correction -- actually, I do!

4. Have you ever finished off the popcorn and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag?  No, I don't like that stuff; it's too salty.

5. What kind of top are you wearing?  Light green cotton tank top.

6. Do you label yourself?  Literally? No. But I've assigned a few labels to myself, I suppose. (Loner, spanko, etc.)

7. Name the brand of shoes you are currently wearing? I'm barefoot at the moment.

8. Bright or dark room? For sleeping, as dark as possible. Otherwise, bright.

9. Have you ever been pooped on from the sky?  Me, no. My car, yes.

10. What does your watch look like?  I have several. My favorite is a vintage [brand deleted], 1956, with a stainless steel band and white face.

11. What were you doing at midnight last night?  Watching Jay Leno.

12. Have you ever done anything you could be arrested for?  I shoplifted gum and candy in my early teens. As an adult? I guess sex in a public park could get me arrested, yes.

13. Have you ever dated someone a decade older than you?  Briefly, when I was 30 (he was 44). It didn't end well.

14. Have you ever listened to a song and cried?  Yes. Death Cab for Cutie's I Will Follow You Into the Dark. It makes me choke up every time I hear it.

15. Who last told you he/she loved you?  John

16. What was the last furry thing you touched?  A leather paddle with fur on one side.

17. How many drugs have you done in the past three days?  My antidepressants, plus Tylenol.

18. Favorite age you have been so far?  Thirty-eight -- the age I came out as a spanko, and met John.

19. Have you ever had a secret crush on a teacher? A teacher, no. Not that I can recall. An aerobics instructor, yes.

20. What was the last thing you said to someone?  Bye, sweetie.

21. Have you ever been found sleep walking?  I once fell asleep in the living room and woke up in my bed. I don't remember going in there.

22. The last song you listened to?  Whatever song that "She and Him" were singing last night on the Tonight show. 

23. Where did you live in 1987?  An apartment in Tarzana.

24. Do you kiss with your eyes open or closed?  Closed.

25. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? Italian

26. What was the last song you sang?  Not really a song; this is embarrassing. I was humming the theme song from "I Dream of Jeannie" in the shower. (I watch that show on MeTV.)

27. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone and mailed it?  A few months ago. A friend's mother who doesn't email.

28. Can you change the oil on a car?  The only thing I can do with a car is drive it. Can't change oil, can't change a tire, nothing. I'm such a girl.

29. How far back do you know about your ancestry?  I don't. Never was interested. 

30. When showering, do you start the water and then get in, or get in and then start the water?  Always start the water first and then get in when it's hot. Yes, I know I'm wasting water. Spank me.

31. Have you ever crashed a car?  I've had my car crashed into, but as far as my doing it, never more than a scrape or a dent.

32. Does every family have a crazy relative?  I think if you have just one, you're lucky.

34. Have you ever sent a prank call or email?  When I was a kid, way back before caller ID and Star 69 and so forth, my girlfriends and I used to make prank phone calls. Email? No.

35. How old do you look?  I think I'll leave that answer to the beholders.

Have a great weekend, y'all. :-)

Fun shoot with Lily Starr

For those of you with sharp ears, you caught a line in my video with Steve where he said, "You're still sought after -- this Wednesday." He was referring to the mini-shoot I was scheduled to do with Lily Starr and her guy, Robert Wolf (SHwolfEEP on FetLife). They were in town for Robert's birthday, since he wanted to go to Magic Mountain, and were staying in a hotel right near me. Lily asked if I'd like to shoot some scenes with them, and I said absolutely.

It almost didn't happen. Yesterday was not a good day; just one of those days where everything kept going wrong, and I wanted to crawl back into bed and just end it. But I was due at their hotel at 5:00 and I am an adult, not a child. So I packed up all my outfits, washed and blew out my hair, made up my face. Meanwhile, I got a text from Lily, saying they were running a bit late and they would be arriving about 5:15-5:30. So I replied, suggesting she text me once they'd checked in, and then I'd drive over while they settled in. She agreed.

So, at 5:15, I was all ready to go, phone at the ready. Then it was 5:30, then 5:45, then 6:00. No text. I started worrying then, wondering if something had happened, maybe an accident? Lily is very good about returning messages and texts. At 6:20, I texted, "Are you OK? I'm getting worried." And then I got a text back: "We were wondering the same thing! I texted you an hour ago."

ARRGGGHHH!!! Freaking cell phones! I did not get that text. I don't know where it went, but it didn't go to my phone. Here I'd been sitting and waiting, and they were doing the same thing. And they had dinner plans that night. I felt awful.

"Still want me? I don't want to screw up your evening," I wrote. "Yes, of course, we're ready to shoot, come on over!" she wrote back. So I snatched up my stuff and dashed out. There was some traffic, but I still made it there by about 6:45. I was already dressed in my first scene outfit, so we got right into it.

Lily and Robert and I had been brainstorming back and forth over FetLife the past couple of weeks, coming up with scene ideas. We decided to do four scenes, keeping two of them fairly short so I could hold up. 1. Robert was my new boss, and I was pissed off because I don't want to take orders from someone younger; 2. I was Robert's mother-in-law and encouraging Lily to overspend on clothes and shoes and so forth, and generally meddling in their marriage; 3. Robert was an IRS auditor and I was very sloppy with my taxes, and 4. Robert, my husband of less than a year, snoops around and finds all my spanking paraphernalia, and learns not only that I have this fetish, but that I've been getting spanked by another man behind his back.

It was fun! And quick -- we knocked out each scene, I'd dash in to change, they'd adjust the lights for angles, and on to the next. The final scene was the longest and most intense, and I think we knocked it out of the park. Fun lines, too. Lily had the idea of telling Robert that the reason I saw another man for spanking was that he knew what he was doing, and trying to get Robert to understand what to do would be like training a new puppy. Brilliant! And in the office scenario, I fired off, "When I was getting my MBA, you were learning your ABC's." I got an incredible strapping from Robert in that last scene; when we cut so Lily could change camera angle, he said, "I love strapping you; this is like a birthday present." Guess it could have been my birthday too, then -- he is so damn good with that thing! So spot on. 

The hardest part of a shoot, I think, is trying to pull myself together afterward. I'm so used to just collapsing and lying around for a while, recovering, when I play privately, but last night, I wanted to clear out so they could go to dinner already -- it was about 8:15. I was a total space cadet; I nearly walked out without my clothing bag. And once I got home and unpacked, I discovered I'd left my toiletries bag there. Ack. Idiot. But it's OK. I'll run over there today and pick it up at the front desk, where Lily is leaving it for me.

I don't have any stills yet, but hopefully soon! Will let you guys know when the clips become available.

Today I feel sluggish, sleepy and sore, but peaceful. However, the gym will be challenging in a few hours! (shudder) Hope everyone is having a good week.

UPDATE & EDIT: Oh, screw it. I lied. I don't feel peaceful; I feel like crap today. Some sort of weird scene drop, perhaps. Plus residual bad feelings from other stuff yesterday. But there's no way I'm making it to the gym today. Think I need to get offline and distract myself with something else; my book, maybe. Later, kids.

Happy belated spankiversary

OK, so I got to celebrate my 17 years after all, just a week late. Steve arrived well prepared; he surprised me with a very cute "Congratulations" card, and he brought a tripod along with his camera, so we could shoot a fun little scene OTK on my couch.

Geeezus -- just missing one week makes a difference in my tolerance. The warm-up marked me! Just his hand! And that damned stubborn little weak spot on my lower right cheek opened. But I wasn't going to let that stop me, of course. It's happened many times before in the past few years, and I know it closes back up immediately. So we took a brief break while he set up the camera and then continued.

I had collected five OTK-friendly implements for him, and figured 17 with each, right? Ha. He had all these bright ideas about "multiples." Plus, besides counting, I had to say "happy anniversary" to myself after each stroke. How much do I love repeating phrases, kids? Yeah, you know. :-Þ 

Steve, of course, was delighting in all my grumbling and discomfort. "It's a special day!" he kept exhorting. "We're celebrating!" Oh, celebrate this.

You can tell as things progress that I'm struggling to keep the count correct! It's such a simple thing, but my brain struggles with keeping a count and processing pain at the same time. Which, naturally, is the whole point of making me do it. Arrggh.

Unfortunately, the camera shut off at one point, and we continued for a bit before we became aware of it. So there's a bit of an awkward cut-off, then we did our best to pick it up with Part 2. Therefore, these aren't quite Spanking Tube quality (I can just hear the critiques now), but they're more than fine to share here! We had a lot of fun; it was so good to see him. After he left, I was a very good girl and went to the gym, managing to beat the afternoon crowds.

So here you go -- hope you like these. :-)

Part 1:

MVI 0001 cut from Erica Scott on Vimeo.

And Part 2:

MVI 0002 cut from Erica Scott on Vimeo.

Weekend recap

Forgive me, as this is dreadfully vanilla. But I suppose woman cannot live by spanking alone.

I think I'll pass on Friday night's party. Too many people, way too damn much alcohol, too noisy, too crowded, Mexican food (not a favorite), and we didn't leave until 11:30 (I was ready to leave right after we ate, but oh well...). Both John's sister and her daughter greeted me warmly, apologizing profusely for the baby shower invitation snafu, insisting that I please come anyway. The sister was already drunk and was blathering about how wonderful I am, and how heartbroken she was when there was that "brief breakup" a few years ago. She had no clue as to why we were on a break, so she just assumed it was because her dumbass little brother screwed up and I was taking a stand with him and teaching him some sort of lesson (which was not what it was about at all). I was squirming with embarrassment and wished she would shut up. I don't like thinking about that time, and why the hell she had to bring it up years later was beyond me. At least John kept me amused with his usual whispered running commentary about the guests, the clothes, the dancing, etc. For example, about a woman who was wearing a blue-and-white polka dot skirt, a gray-and-white striped top, a blue-and-yellow scarf tied in her hair and lime-green ballet flats: "Does she own any mirrors?" Even his own nephew, who was wearing bright green skinny jeans, didn't escape. John looked at him and said, "You're actually wearing those?" He laughed and answered, "They were a birthday present!" To which John said, "Please tell me that the present wasn't for YOU!" And people say I'm snarky. Ah, I love that man. :-)

Saturday was lovely. The Chorale Bel Canto/Beethoven concert was in a beautiful church in Pasadena; unfortunately, it wasn't air-conditioned. But luckily, the promised 103 degrees didn't materialize (although 90s was plenty). The music was so lush, I forgot about the temperature and sat absolutely still, feeling it sweep over me. We were right up front, so we could see all the individual instruments and hear them blending, watch the intense expression on the pianist's face, see every bead of perspiration. Afterward, we stayed for a while to chat with John's colleague (who was one of the tenors in the chorus) and then went to Old Town for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants. John looked so handsome in his dress slacks and blue shirt, but I know the poor thing was boiling! I was much more comfortable in a sundress with bare legs.

So today, I went to the shower. I purposely went late, and I have to say, my timing was perfect. I got there just as they were finishing up lunch (I'd gone to brunch with John instead) and M was getting ready to open the gifts, so I didn't have to make any chitchat. The place looked very festive, and I had to give major kudos to the creative centerpieces at each table: Tonka toy dump trucks, filled with white and yellow daisies and white roses. There were baby-boy sugar cookies, decorated with blue frosting (and diapered with white frosting), and even the water bottles had "It's a Boy" ribbons tied on them. M is one of the most amazing pregnant women I've ever seen. She's always had this coltish little body, all skinny arms and legs. Now, with her due date in three weeks, she looks like she tucked a compact, oblong little watermelon under her shirt; the rest of her had not changed one bit. If you see her from the back, you can't tell anything. I stayed while she opened all the presents, and then took off. She did get some very cute things: a lot of onesies and PJs, a beautiful crocheted blanket from her mother-in-law, tons of baby books and other goodies. I think this kid will be well cared for. I probably should cut M some slack; she was an obnoxious, disrespectful teenager when I first met her, but now she's 32. And she can't help it that her mother is a lush and her dad is a lech.

Anyway... I know I made John happy, going today. And my reward is tomorrow morning!! :-D  It's about damn time, too. Enough already with pinkeye. Time for redbutt!