What a nice surprise! :-)

So I'm cruising through Bonnie's "Good and Hot" section, checking out the updates, and what do I see? A review of one of my older videos, "The Spanking Professor," over at The Spanking Spot, written by Brushstrokes. I clicked on it eagerly, and was delighted to see a very thorough, scene-by-scene review, complete with lots of pictures (screengrabs, I'm thinking, because I haven't seen most of these before).

As I read, my grin grew bigger and bigger. It's a very nice review, extremely complimentary. Any self-respecting attention whore loves to read that she's smoking, brilliant, dynamic, beautiful (blushing fiercely). However, here's the part that made my face practically split wide open. Mr. Brushstrokes freely admits that he was surprised that he enjoyed watching me so much, since he prefers seeing younger girls getting spanked. HA!

I don't know why I'm feeling so incredibly vindicated right now. It's silly of me. But this tickles me to death -- a blogger who has his typing fingers on the pulse of the spanking scene, all the up-and-comers and the nubile young lovelies, admitted that he watched someone who is "a little older" (his words) than his usual subjects and was surprised at how very much he liked her. Why do I feel like I've made some sort of breakthrough? 

Oh, and here's the best part. Not once in the entire review did he use the qualifier "for her age." :-D

Anyway -- besides that, it was great fun to see one of my old favorites mentioned in such detail. Damn, I miss Steve Fuller.

Oh, and Mr. Brushstrokes mentioned that he would have liked to see a longer, harder spanking with the college coed in the beginning of the video. There's a reason why that didn't happen, but you'll just have to read my book to find out all about it! :-Þ

Twitter has been interesting. I've been on there about a day and a half, have 66 followers and have tweeted 27 times. However, most of those are replies to others, so they don't really count. Haven't figured out hashtags yet. Not in any rush to do so, either.

Anyway, thank you to Spanking Spot for making my day!

It's official, I'm a twit

Or a tweep. Or whatever the hell you call people on Twitter. Yes, I have given up my resistance and joined.

Why? Not because I feel like I'm all that fascinating. Not because I want to announce how extra crunchy and wonderful my morning cereal was, or some such crap like that. For one thing, I have a lot of friends on there and I'd like to follow them. I've been doing that anyway, but it will be much easier now that I'm a member. And for another, I thought it would be a good idea to tweet about my upcoming book as things progress.

So, I have lots and lots to learn. Hashtags, retweets, posting to and connecting with others. I'm following 15 friends so far and want to find many more. Also Conan O'Brien and Jimmy Fallon, 'cause I like them. I just posted my first tweet. I have tried twice to post a profile picture -- I made sure it was the correct size and all. I tried two different photos. Both ended up with my head partially cut off. Oh well, I'll figure it out later.

I am @EricaScottOTK on there. EricaScott was already taken and I didn't want to be EricaScott5 as they suggested. Five what? Stupid. Anyway, I figured out how to put a Follow Me whatchamacallit on my blog page -- it's at the top of the right column. Please, if you would like me to follow you, just let me know your name there.

I will probably get ridiculously addicted to this, unless I can't figure it out and then I will be intensely frustrated. But I do promise I will not post inanity. If I'm not talking book or video stuff, I will probably do what I do best and post mini-rants. Perhaps I'll rant about how stupid it is to try saying anything significant in 140 characters.

Anyway. Do follow me, will ya? Don't leave me floating around there feeling like a lonely bird.

Speaking of the book -- as promised, I did not go overboard and other than five minor changes, I left it alone. The interior has been resubmitted, so it's now back in their hands!

Sunday update

It was a nice weekend. John made a big fuss over my book proof -- he said little about the dedication (he's very shy about any attention focused on him, unlike his girlfriend), but I know it pleased him greatly.

He had a surprise for me too!

Aren't they gorgeous? He put his hands over my eyes when I was walking into his living room, and there they were on the dining table. I carefully brought them home tonight. Whatta guy, huh? :-)

OK, so I'm up to page 85 of my final read. So far, I've seen one missing closed quote. If that's the only typo, I will be surprised. But of course, I'm seeing other bits that I want to tweak. I promise, this will be the last time. I promise. Once I do these last-minute tweaks, I will resubmit the proof; they have to approve it again (rolling eyes). And when they do, I am not going to request another proof. I'm going to say "finito" and put it on sale.

After that, I'll have to do some reformatting and so forth to make a version for the Kindle. First things first. Fingers crossed that I'll be able to figure that part out myself. But in the meantime, the paperback version will be available.

I won't be seeing New Guy tomorrow (sniff), but I'll use the found time to get this thing read and fixed already. I'm hoping to have it finalized before the week is out. Then I can celebrate once again with him next Monday. Can't have too much celebrating, can I?

This afternoon, I showed John a couple of the clips from Spanking Court. He watched closely. Too closely. Gave him ideas. Damn that Court Disciplinarian anyway. :-) 

Hope everyone had a nice weekend, particularly you Crimson Moonies in Chicago!

An amazing end to a great week

First, a bit of news. There's a brand-new blog in the neighborhood. If you go here, you can read the "He said" version of what I wrote about yesterday.

Last night when I came home from the gym, there was a box on my doorstep. Small, rectangular. I picked it up and saw the CreateSpace return address. Oh my... it was the proof copy of my book. For the first time, I was going to see it in book form.

Did I rush inside and fall all over myself in my eagerness to tear it open? No.

I laid it on the table, stared at it, then walked away from it. I was afraid to open it. No lie.

How ridiculous was that? But I so wanted it to be perfect. And yet I knew there were a lot of things that could go wrong, and that it might not be. So I wanted to preserve the perfect image in my head for a while before I actually braced myself to look at it.

I know, that makes no sense. I felt like an idiot.

John called. We talked for a while, and then I sheepishly told him that I'd gotten my proof and I couldn't bring myself to open it. He didn't laugh at me.

"Do you want to wait until tomorrow night, and open it at my house?"

I told him I didn't think I could wait that long.

"OK, how about this," he said. "Want to open it now, on the phone with me? That way, if something's wrong, you can tell me about it. And if there isn't, then you can share that with me as well."

I liked that idea. Carrying the phone, I went to the kitchen drawer, got my scissors and cut the tape on the package. Unfolding the carton carefully, I uncovered my book. I scanned the cover, looked at the picture, the spine, the positioning of the text on the back.

It looked fan-@#$%ing-tastic.

"Oh, John," I breathed. "Oh, honey. It looks so good. It looks so, so good."

We talked for a while after that, but I don't remember any of the conversation. I was too busy staring at the cover, at Zelle's beautiful work.

I now have to thoroughly check the interior, read through, look for dropped lines and all kinds of other weirdness. I can already see that the gutter (the margin space) is a little too big. But if I were to decrease that, it would change all the line breaks, all the page breaks, the page count... ugh. Forget it. I'll live with a big margin.

So tonight, I'll bring it to John's. He'll get to see the surprise I have for him.

Last year when I was in the middle of working on the book, he and I were talking about it one night and he asked me to whom I was going to dedicate it.

I thought it was a trick question. "You, of course!"

He shook his head. "No. You have to dedicate it to your dad."

I hadn't considered that, but as we discussed it, I agreed that it made sense. My writing talent and my sarcastic humor are straight from his genetic makeup. Whenever someone compliments my writing or says they think I'm funny, I think, "Thanks, Dad." I was very proud of his accomplishments and despite our extremely rocky years, we worked it all out at the end. Of course I had to dedicate the book to him.

So I did. But what John doesn't know yet is that underneath the dedication to my father, there is also one to John. Tonight, he'll know. I can't wait.

It's been a very good week. The only thing that made some of my happy bubbles go flat was hearing that NG can't make it this Monday. (sigh) I will miss him. But he'll be back. I suppose this is life's checks and balances -- I had an abundance of riches this week, so next week will be a bit of a letdown. I know this about myself. So my goal for the following week is to keep busy, focus on getting my book wrapped up and putting it up for sale. On Monday night, I'll think about the previous Monday and smile. Look forward to the next Monday and smile.

I can't believe I'm one mouse click away from publishing my book. I just can't believe it.

Have a great weekend, y'all.

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.