Two-fer: Monday fun and birthday greetings

So, you guys remember how last week, I discovered ST's paddle peeking out from under the bed, and I fessed up to finding it rather than letting him think he lost it?

He came in tonight, claiming I hid it from him and I kicked it under the bed! Well, I never! I most certainly did not. Really, I didn't. So I protested, and then he backed down, saying, "You're right. I apologize. You're such a good girl, I shouldn't spank you at all."

Yeah. Right.

As you can imagine, that didn't last very long. He couldn't stand it.

We've been playing in the bedroom lately, since my next-door neighbor moved out and so the bedroom on the other side of the wall is temporarily empty. I must say, it's nice to be able to make a bit of noise and not shove my face into a pillow all the time.

But you know, he still didn't believe that I was so accommodating, announcing to the world that I'd found his paddle.

"I was just trying to be nice!" I squawked. And you know what he had the nerve to say to that? "Oh, please. I've never known you to be nice!"

HUMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHH! Excuse me?? Me, not nice? I am a fucking living doll, dammit.

I even went and got him a glass of water, bringing it in and saying, "Here you are, Your Majesty."

He liked that, and suggested I lengthen the honorific to Lord God Your Majesty. I counter-suggested something he didn't like, for whatever reason, and we were off and running.

That's just an expression. There was no running. Although my legs were pumping.

He barely used his hand tonight -- said it was hurting him. Good thing he had a bag of toys, huh? Right?

Yeah. Wheee. (rolling eyes)

I wish, just once, I could keep some color for more than a minute or two. It looks like he barely patted me, doesn't it? I guarantee you, he did a lot more than that. Lucky me. :-)

Thank you, sweetie. You cheered me up a great deal tonight.

******

Earlier this year, I met and played with The Villain for the first time, here in my apartment. I knew he was involved with Dana Kane, but she and I hadn't met, nor had we had any correspondence. So I thought it was mighty cool of her to be OK with his coming over to play with me, a stranger. Believe me, I do not take that for granted. I know it's kind of ridiculous -- me, a threat to anyone? really?? -- but in the past, I've dealt with jealousy/insecurity that bordered on the psychotic, so I am hyper-cautious.

So after he left, I wrote her a note on FetLife, just to say hello and thank you for letting me "borrow" V for the afternoon. I was respectful and even used a proper honorific. Later, she wrote back, saying "Please, just call me Dana" and that they were both overjoyed when they could find someone sane to play with. (Sane?? Me? uhhhh... ok) She then added, "He came home grinning like the Cheshire Cat, so thank you."

Damn, I thought. I think I'm really going to like this woman. And I did, the minute I met her in person, in May. When I went to shake her hand and she gave me a great big hug.

So, I'm a little early 'cause it's not quite October 18 yet, but,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANA!!

Wishing you lots of love and special attention and cake and presents and anything else your heart desires, you gorgeous woman. :-)

Glad you all enjoyed the "Hollywood insider" post. I'll try to come up with a few more of those.

All over the map today

The pre-party jitters have settled in for the duration. I probably should have passed on the caffeinated coffee this morning. Besides being keyed up over SL, I'm still on a high from the shoot last week and my book coming out, so there is a bit of overload happening. Deep breaths, Erica. I know I'm setting myself up for a spectacular drop, but I'll worry about that later.

The preparations are in gear. Already got the pedicure (I don't bother with manicures; my fingernails are hideous, so I just cut them short) and the haircut, and banished those pesky gray hairs. I tore my closet apart yesterday, trying on outfits. Usually I buy something new for these parties, but this year, money is especially tight. So I'm recycling.

Today is laundry day and my last trip to the gym for a few days. Tomorrow will be a whirlwind of last-minute odds and ends. Yes, I know, I'm only going away for three days. I'm not moving to Siberia. But this is what I do.

Anyway, I have a bunch of shout-outs today. The wonderful Zelle is at it again, singing my book's praises on her blog. I nearly fell over in my chair laughing when I saw her clever Photoshop of me emerging from a coffee cup (go look). Thank you, my friend! What are your publicist rates? I owe you a bundle by now.

There's a new book in the spanko world! The Spanking Writers (Abel and Haron) have put together an anthology of spanking stories from various writers, entitled The Spanking Collection. And here's the best part: all proceeds from the book will be donated to cancer research. Please check it out.

Sending out my best wishes and warm hugs to the beautiful Pixie, who is home recovering from surgery. She's had a tough year and I hope things look up for her very soon. I really am fond of that girl.

This week, The Villain and Dana Kane are relocating to Las Vegas. Las Vegas's gain is definitely L.A.'s loss! (sniff) But they have both assured me they will be back here regularly, including for Spanking Court shoots. Last week when I told V, "I don't want you guys to move away!", he laughed and said, "Ah, we're just over the hill!" Over the hill, he says. I wish I were so laid back about a 4-5 hour drive! Anyway... I wish them the very best on their move.

Last but definitely not least, that wonderful UPT (Ultra-Popular Top) Richard Windsor offered to shoot a little book promo video with me at the party, to put on Spanking Tube. You'll see a very different Richard from the one who shot the interview with me last year -- a lot less of him, to be specific. What is it now, Rich -- 80 pounds down? Somewhere around there. :-) Fabulous.

All right... must go be productive.

The Villain Strikes: Erica Scott

V and Dana had a very busy Friday/Saturday. They got the video completely edited, then went to put it on Spanking Tube... and it was too large a file. We just kept going and going and going, and it was jam-packed with spanking action. So they had to find another place to put it, and then created a one-minute teaser video for Spanking Tube. That one, you can see here:



V also blogged about it here (go give the man some blog love, will ya?), tweeted about it, and posted pictures on FetLife. So, some of you have already seen the video in its entirety.

For those who haven't, you can find the full-length film here. Even for this site, they had to edit it down a bit. Tough call, deciding what to snip out, because we loved it all.

They did a fan-freaking-tastic job and I'm thrilled to pieces with it. John liked it, and it's very hard to impress him, since he's seen so much spanking content over the years.

When V first told me about doing this and described everything he was bringing, I thought, holy crap, he's going to have a carload of stuff, the parking is terrible on my block and it's over 100 degrees out -- what a nightmare! I told him, park in the red zone, call me from your car and I'll come down and help you. Not necessary, he replied, it all fits in one bag. Huh??

Sure enough, he showed up with one big duffel bag on Thursday at noon. Remember in Mary Poppins, she had that one suitcase, but kept pulling one thing after another after another out of it? That's what it was like with his duffel -- out came a camera, three tripods, huge fluorescent bulbs, umbrellas to filter the lights, a microphone, power strips, cords, other odds and ends. We sat and talked for about 20 minutes while he set everything up.

I think we had five, maybe six camera position changes. For one quick portion, we had to set up the camera and a light in the hallway outside my front door. Fortunately, no one came down the hall or opened their door. That would have taken some 'splaining. Once we got to the spanking action, then it was all one wide-angle shot. You could see all of him, all of me, and I made sure to keep my head craned around so my face was visible. (It's no coincidence that I have a stiff neck after every video shoot!)

He thought it was going to take five-six hours, but we banged it out in four. And had so, so much fun doing it, lots of laughs and silliness. My apartment's A/C cooperated for once and it was about 73 degrees (couldn't get it any cooler), even though it was triple digits outside. Still, V drenched his shirt by the time we were done. Fortunately, he had a spare.

We didn't have anyone to take stills for us, of course, so he said he'd pull stills with frame grabs. Every now and then as we were shooting, he'd whisper "Hold this for a few seconds, for a still," and we'd freeze in position. I think that worked well.

Anyway, just like in the video, he was here and gone, and I was left sort of stupefied and giddy (not to mention a little tender). I put an oversized t-shirt on so I could go get the mail, and when I came back, I glanced at my front door, at the site of the doorbell, and noticed the black Labelmaker sticker with my last name on it. My real last name. Oh, crap. I'd completely forgotten about that.

So I wrote to V, asking if there's any way they could blur that out. He wrote back, saying they'd already seen it and they were going to put an overlay on it to cover it up. I have no idea what that entails, but they did it. All you see is a white square. Amazing.

I would say both V and Dana should have a round of applause for how well they put this together, and how quickly! :-)  I do hope y'all like it.

And apparently I'm going to be punished tomorrow for letting strangers into my apartment late at night...

The Tease

It's easy to tease,
But hard to get release

Those lyrics from Billy Idol's "Eyes Without a Face" are relentlessly running through my mind at the moment.

I admit, I like to tease. Verbally, certainly. But physically as well. Let's be honest here... I don't post a bazillion pictures of my bottom and my half-dressed body because I'm overly fascinated with them. I see them all the time. I do so because I am an exhibitionist and I love the attention. I do it because I can.

Today, I got a bit of comeuppance, and deliciously so. Today, I was teased.

By the Villain.

He hasn't visited me for a while; we've had our fun at Spanking Court, and he's very busy. I half expected him to regretfully cancel today, but he didn't.

I thought, wow. Two spankings in one week, how did I get so lucky? Such a greedy girl. I got whaled but good by NG on Monday, and here it was Thursday and I was itching for more.

But I just got a taste. Tease and denial, tease and small taste, tease and a flurry of swats that would stop as soon as I got into them.

Sooooo mean. And so, so freaking hot.

Once again, he was a gentleman. No boundaries crossed, my thong stayed up. But he had every nerve cell from my head to my toes screaming for that sweet, painful pounding, that impact. He enjoyed watching me squirm, hearing me moan in frustration. He knew I'd get all I wanted very soon. But not now.

He drew it out for over an hour. I swear to you all, by the time he was done, I was ready to go get a paddle, offer it up to him and beg him to use it. But no... just a brief but hard hand spanking, and he was done. "You tease a lot," he whispered, "but I'll bet you don't get teased very often. We men aren't good at that." Oh, the hell he wasn't.

A warm hug, and then off he went. I was ready to jump out of my skin. But since I couldn't do that, I did the next best thing.

Perhaps if he listened carefully as he drove away, he could hear me screaming.

Thank you, you villainous man. And to Dana -- thank you for letting me borrow your man this afternoon. :-)

And now, if you'll excuse me, there is a very strenuous class at my gym at 4:30, that I need desperately.

Mmmmmmmmmpppphhhhh...

Sorry. I am not capable of articulating any better at the moment.

Boardwalk what? :-)

The Villain was due to arrive at 11:00 a.m. This morning, I checked email and saw I had a message from him on FetLife. Oh, crap, I thought. He has to cancel. But no... he just said he was running late, but he would try to get here by 11:30. Whew.

Since I am compulsively punctual, I was ready anyway. Good thing, too, because he showed up at 11:05.

He'd been reading my blog and knew my state of mind. He asked me how I was feeling. I answered honestly, saying I felt fine. I was in the moment, and the moment was what I wanted. He noticed my trembling, my tension. Observant.

The spanking was a blur of sensation. It wasn't especially hard, except for some flurries thrown in. But it was thorough, and he kept me guessing. I did not know what he would do next. My legs jerked involuntarily and I shut my eyes tightly, willing myself to not think, just feel. He'd brought a small leather slapper and alternated that with his hand.

He brought up the party, commenting how people were on their way to Atlantic City now. I sighed and whined, "Yeah, yeah... everyone is in Atlantic City." To which he leaned down and whispered, "I'm not."

That shut me up. Temporarily.

We talked, on and off, during the scene. He used his voice as a tool, drawing things out, making me wait for the next sentence. He had an answer at the ready, no matter what I threw at him. "So tell me," I said at one point, thinking I was challenging him. "How does it feel to have so much power? How does it feel, knowing that people just have to look at your pictures and think 'I want that'?"

I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the smile. "You tell me," he replied. I didn't see that coming. Nice answer.

Of course, there had to be some sass... I am Miss 7-11 Mouth, after all (open 24 hours). "Just think," he teased, "you could be sitting on a plane going to New Jersey right now, and instead, you're getting a spanking. Would you rather be on a plane to New Jersey?" "No, I wouldn't, and shut up," I snapped. I heard him laugh... oh, gawd. I really need to say these things in my thinking voice, not my speaking voice.

About an hour into it, he commented that I'd stopped shaking, that I seemed to be in a more relaxed place. "Good," I murmured. "Does that mean the warmup is over?"

Oh yeah. The warmup was over.

The last half-hour was silent, save for my moans into the bedspread and the cracking of hand and implement upon flesh. I was out of my head at last.

And then he had to go. I tried to get up and my legs didn't want to hold me; the bones and muscles had dissolved into butter. I had to remove my shoes, because I feared I'd fall on my face.

He asked me if I take naps; I said yes. "This might be a good time to take one," he suggested.

Perhaps. But there was another matter that needed urgent attention, first. (blushing)

Bizarre things, emotions. I've been so tightly wound all week. As I released, I laughed and hollered and then, quite unexpectedly, I started bawling. The good kind, though. I felt the tension shoot from me, riding the waves of pleasure. Crazy. How does one laugh and cry at the same time? The juxtaposition of pain and joy never ceases to amaze me.

I will see him again a week from Saturday, when I shoot for Spanking Court. I still don't know what my crime is. It seems that Cali has something diabolical up her sleeve and won't tell me until it's all in place. I have no clue what it is, but I know that The Villain will be the disciplinarian.

He said it won't matter what the crime is or what the court says. Because once he has me strapped to that bench, it's between him and me. And he is keeping a scorecard on me, all the way until next Saturday. He would not tell me what's on it.

(gulp)

Villain -- your lovely Dana referred to you as a "boy scout" in her recent comment here. I think you just earned another merit badge, darlin'.

Oh... and if you're not sick to death of me yet, Todd and Suzy of American Spanking Society have posted an interview with yours truly. It was a lot of fun to fill out my answers to their questions, as many of them were quite original and individually tailored to me. Thanks for asking me, guys!

All right. I think I'm ready for that nap now...

Getting better

This Beatles song perfectly demonstrates for me what was so freaking brilliant about the partnership of Lennon and McCartney: they balanced each other. There's Paul, all cheery and upbeat with his "I've got to admit it's getting better, just a little better, all the time," and then John the grumpy realist chimes in with "It can't get no worse!" Love it.

Thanks to everyone who was concerned about my funk. It happens. My brain wiring is screwy and sometimes the serotonin and all that other gobbledygook goes awry. Sometimes, something in particular will set it off, other times not. But it passes. One morning, I'll wake up and no longer feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest.

Today, I feel tired, but I'm not bursting into tears every time I read a post or comment about the party this weekend. This is a very good sign. The negative nattering in my head has ceased, and good riddance.

Anyway... yesterday, I threw myself headlong into CreateSpace, which is the Amazon platform for self-publishing. I still haven't decided on cover art -- I'm not completely convinced that I have THE book cover from last week's shoot and I have another shoot scheduled for Friday -- but I figured I could start the formatting process.

Fortunately, I enjoy these computer challenges, figuring them out. Because things are always more complicated than you think they will be. For example, CS indicated that once I chose my book size, all I had to do for formatting the interior was to paste my document into one of their handy-dandy templates, and poof! Done! Right. I downloaded their 6 x 9 formatting template, and then copied and pasted my book file into it. What a mess. The fonts got all screwed up, and there was a horizontal line running across the bottom of each page that I could not figure out how to remove.

So I scrapped the template and searched the site for reminders on how to format in Word. Ah yes -- File + Page Setup + margins. Then change the type from flush left to justified (squared off on the left and right), add in hyphenation so I don't have those ugly gappy lines, then read through the entire document to make sure I didn't have any hyphenated widows (when a paragraph ends with just a piece of a word. I hate that.). I ended up with 301 pages; that's a fairly reasonable amount, no? For several minutes, I was freaked out because the document was over 600 pages! Then I realized that instead of a .5" margin at the bottom, I had a 5" margin. Oops.

Next, I looked up the various free online programs that will convert a Word doc into a PDF. The first one I tried didn't work. But the second one was a complete success. So now I know how to do the conversion when the file is finalized. Like I said, I love it when I figure these details out.

In the midst of this experimenting, I got an email out of the blue from someone I don't know; one of my readers, offering to proofread my book for me. He wishes to remain anonymous, but we exchanged several messages and I liked him immediately; plus, I could see that he was quite the excellent writer himself. I asked him why he would offer to do this for a perfect stranger, and he replied that he felt like I was already providing him a free service with the entertainment from my blog, and he wanted to return the favor. Besides, he was curious. :-)

So now, I have a proofreader, my second pair of eyes. I have read this damn thing over and over and OVER and yet I know there are things I've missed. So thank you, kind anonymous person. I appreciate this greatly.

It's Wednesday and my favorite TV shows are on tonight.

Oh... and did I mention that The Villain is coming over tomorrow? He is.

Stay tuned...

I am well and truly screwed :-)

Several things happened after yesterday's adventure. It seems that I am in big trouble, with both John and New Guy. :-O

First, when I spoke with John last night and told him of my scene after the fact, his reaction was, "You did not have my permission, young lady." Mind you, John hasn't been toppy in months, due to his illness. Plus, he knows I am in very capable hands with NG. So I was quite taken aback when he refused to listen to my wheedling and said we needed to "brush up" on the rules. Oh my. OK, it could be just talk.

And then I received this message from New Guy:

Well, well, well....... Allowing strangers into your apartment. Strangers with names like "The Villain." Strangers you have not properly vetted. This sort of reckless behavior could get you into some serious trouble. I will see you Monday at 5pm.

My heart, which had finally settled down from the afternoon, resumed its banging and leapfrogging. I noticed the earlier hour and asked him if he had the day off. He said yes, because even Cesar Chavez thinks I need a good spanking. Damn... I didn't even know he had his own holiday.

I might as well just kiss my butt goodbye right now.

Oh, but wait. I'm going to need it. Because this morning I heard from Alpine Sierra Studios, the Spanking Court company. They'd seen yesterday's blog, and they are interested. :-) 

Villain posted on my FetLife wall that he was getting emails from my blog, that his hand stings and his girlfriend was giggling at him. I decided to write her a little note to thank her; I don't take it lightly when another woman is OK with her man playing with me, having been seriously burned by jealousy in the past. She wrote me back a lovely reply, saying he was grinning like a Cheshire cat when he came home, that I could count on his coming back, and they'd probably see me in Spanking Court soon (she works for them, too).

My head is exploding.

Stay tuned, folks. I think I'm going to have stories. You know, this week, my blog hits and comments were wayyyy down. Perhaps now they will kick back into gear a bit. :-)

I didn't go to the gym yesterday, so I'm going to work out this afternoon and then head for John's. Last weekend of cloudy weather before we switch things up and head back in the high 70s and low 80s next week. Damn...

Oh, and congratulations to all my fellow Chrosslings today! Have a great weekend, y'all.

Be careful what you wish for

Some of you may recall a blog I wrote early February; you can refresh your memory here. Scroll down past the initial text and look at the pictures. Remember him?

He was in my apartment spanking me this afternoon.

After I wrote that blog, I got the occasional teasing message from him on FetLife, hinting around about playing, but never coming right out and suggesting we do so. As you know, I don't have an abundance of patience. So I messaged him back, saying, "So, are you going to tease me indefinitely? Yes, I know I'm a pushy vixen."

Pushy, yes. But it worked.

Not right away. He's a busy man, he was traveling, he was shooting. For a while, I thought perhaps I'd been blown off, but I waited. I was rewarded by his writing and saying he appreciated my patience. (Patience? what patience??) And suggested a date and time.

OK, here's where I know I'm going to get scolded by some of you. And I suppose I deserve it. But I observed absolutely NO protocols this time. I did not meet him for coffee beforehand. I got a first name only, no phone, no email (we kept our messaging to FetLife). I gave him my home address. Why? Because on a gut level, I felt safe. My instincts told me that, despite his menacing image (he does call himself The Villain on Fet, after all), he was safe and sane. He is in the public eye, he does videos, he has a beautiful girlfriend. He's certainly not going to mess with that.

Today, I found a message from him in my Fet inbox when I got up and logged on. My first thought was, "Oh noooo, he's cancelling." I opened the message and read:

"I will have my hands on you in roughly five hours."

I thought I was having a heart attack. I swear, if you'd looked at my chest just then, you probably could have seen my heart banging away, like in the cartoons.

He showed up right on time; always a good thing. I brought him inside from the lobby, and once the door was closed behind us, he took off his jacket. But instead of throwing it over a chair, he handed it to me. "Would you mind?"

I walked to my hall closet and reached for a hanger. Mr. Villain came up behind me and gently but firmly grabbed the back of my neck. "I do believe this is a case of 'be careful what you wish for,'" he whispered.

Hmmm... where had I heard that before? Oh yeah. Here.

"I get the feeling you're not going to run away," he said. I shook my head. My two hands were frozen in mid-air, holding his jacket and the hanger.

"Go on... hang it up." I did. He turned me around, headed me toward my bedroom. "You're not going to scream, are you?"

"No."

"Good girl. Come here." He sat on my bed and laid me across his lap.

"So, I've been reading all about you."

"Really?"

"Well, there's just so much to see. You're everywhere."

I grinned into my bedspread. "So what have you learned?"

"For one thing, you're a very good writer. And for another, you're quite the impertinent little brat."

OK, so he's observant.

His hands were strong, wonderfully smacky and non-thuddy. There was no initial awkwardness; it was like he knew exactly what to do, just like in the stories. Then again, if he'd been reading what I write, I suppose he had some idea of what goes on inside my head.

He was verbal. He did not scold; rather, he crooned. That's the best word I can think of. He switched up his spanking techniques a great deal, did some things I found unique, like vigorously slapping with both hands, alternating. Now, you guys know I HATE the wrong-hand crossover thing. But this wasn't it -- it was like he was playing bongos on my butt, very rapidly. He'd start softly and build and build and build steadily in intensity. And just I was reaching a point where my brain screamed and my body thrashed, he'd stop. Soothe a bit. Start again.

I had to get him a paddle. I chose a plain hairbrush-style one I have; I did not give him the paddle New Guy made for me. That is his and his alone. I was a little apprehensive -- putting wood in the hands of a stranger can be a disaster. But I somehow knew it wouldn't be.

He didn't use it super hard. Just hard enough to make me squirm, to make me feel tender. And then he tossed it on the carpet and went back to his hand.

Oh good, I thought. So much for that. But a few minutes later...

"Hand me the paddle."

Mischievously, I looked at him over my shoulder. "You didn't say please."

As I thought he might, he smiled. "Please."

I picked it up and handed it to him, and then he gave me a staccato flurry of swats with it, chanting, "Please, please, please, please, please..." with each one.

Freaking overachiever. Once would have been fine!

"I think the pushy vixen should get exactly what she wants and needs." Damn. He remembered I'd said that. I really need to watch what I say. (Yeah, that'll happen.)

Our scene lasted about an hour and ten minutes. When we'd begun, my apartment was on the chilly side, as I hadn't run any heat and it's a cold rainy day. By the time we were done, both my A/C and bedroom fan were on and he was shirtless.

But a perfect gentleman. He didn't even take down my panties.

I mentioned how I'd love to do a Spanking Court video, since he's done those. He said he thought I'd be perfect for one and that he'd put in a good word for me with the woman who runs the production.

"But," he added, "you'll have to take one heck of a spanking."

"As opposed to what I just took now??"

"That," he murmured, leaning down to me, "was an introduction."

Holy crap.

I've mentioned before how spacy I am post-scene. Never has that been more evident than today. When I went to retrieve his jacket, I stood at the closet door and stared stupidly at the line of coats. I could not find his. Seriously. It was black, and I have several black jackets myself. All I saw was a sea of black. I had to call him over and tell him to find it himself. He found that very amusing.

Sorry, I have no pictures of today's activities. But here's another photo of The Villain, at his dangerous best:

(Not sure why it's blurry, but you get the idea.)

I really am insatiable, it seems. It took me two full days to recover from NG's spanking this time, and now I'm all tenderized anew. Oh, gawd... I am going to get such a hard time from John over this... :-)