What Happens to Naughty Girls? by Erica ScottA dozen of my spanking stories, plus two bonus nonfiction stories: my first spanking, and my first video shoot.
There are as many variations on the spanking theme as there are people into spanking, it seems. We all have special aspects of this scene that push our various buttons. For me, it is the tried and true, old-fashioned M/F (male/female) spanking story. Basic formula: Feisty, sassy women locking horns with strong, confident men, and the inevitable happening. In my world, the men eventually prevail, but they have to work hard for it! Oh, and a bit of sexual tension thrown in is always a big plus.
Over the years, I’ve done my share of writing, both in story form and on various forums, and I’ve had people tell me they enjoy my style of expression. So, going on what friends have told me, I decided to compile a dozen of my fiction stories, plus two bonus nonfiction stories: my first spanking, and my first video shoot.
You may notice that in several of the stories where I write in the first person, as myself, I did not give the man a name. And yes, that’s on purpose. Sometimes, he was simply a composite of many different men. Other times, I had a real person starring in my flights of fancy—and not always the same one, either. A little mystery spices things up, no?
I hope everyone enjoys this little trip into my spanking fantasy world
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What Happens to Naughty Girls? (Sample Chapter)
I hope everyone enjoys this little trip into my spanking fantasy world
© Erica Scott and Blushing Books, 2012-2013
This is the account of my very first adult, consensual spanking, on Memorial Day 1996. What a lucky woman I was, to have such a wonderful, memorable first time; one that set the tone for all the adventures to come.
My first spanking was probably not your typical spanking, because the man wasn't really a spanker. Nevertheless, I'm extremely grateful to him for the experience, because he was the perfect person for a newbie: sensitive, aware, asked all the right questions, and observed all the proper protocol (which I didn't even know about then).
I was 38 years old, seeing someone at the time (vanilla), and it was a casual relationship, both of us free to see others, and I had decided it was time to explore these longtime fantasies. I started answering ads in the Alternatives section of the LA Weekly (I had not discovered the Internet yet; I didn't even know how to operate a computer). There were few to none that mentioned spanking, but plenty that mentioned dominance and compliance, and I thought some of those perhaps might include spanking.
One ad asked for women who fantasized about being compliant but were too shy to pursue it; claimed he was safe and sane and trustworthy for expressing and exploring one's secrets. Also that he was tall, cute, funny and intelligent, mid-30s. Perfect, I thought. I called his box number and left a message, and he called me back. We had a brief conversation on the phone. No, he wasn't really experienced in spanking, but it could always be worked into his type of thing. He was more into domination and power play, and very much into elaborate role-playing scenarios. So we agreed to meet for coffee. Remember, at this point I was a total spanking virgin. No experience, no parties, no clue as to what to expect. I even feared I'd end up hating it in reality, even though in fantasy it seemed so delicious.
So we met; I liked his looks from the start. Very tall, well built, full head of prematurely salt and pepper hair, glasses, clean-shaven, and yes, cute. We had coffee at Starbucks, but decided to take a walk since we didn't want to be overheard. So we talked, and the nervousness and excitement were building. I wanted this. I was scared of this. He seemed pretty laid back, nonchalant about the whole thing, didn't seem to take it very seriously. He just wanted totally uninvolved exploration, no strings, no emotional ties.
His name was Paul, and he asked many questions. What did I want? What did I envision happening? What kind of person was I looking for? What was a typical scene in my fantasies? I told him the best I could, since I really didn't know myself.
Long story short, after a lot of discussion, we agreed to meet at my apartment the following Monday, which happened to be Memorial Day.
The day came. I hadn't been this nervous since the night I lost my virginity. I didn't know what to wear, and I decided on black leggings and a white cropped t-shirt. He showed up, and we had a glass of wine, chatting a bit. Turned out he was a Beatles fan too, so we made some small talk about that, and then got to the matter of what we'd gotten together for.
Had I thought about what kind of scene I wanted to do, he asked. I had done nothing but think about it. I wasn't much good at this role-play business (I'm still not), but I did come up with what I thought was a plausible scenario. We'd be neighbors. I'd be playing my stereo way too loud, and he'd come over to ask me nicely to turn it down. Of course, I'd refuse and be unpleasant about it, and things would take off from there.
He asked a lot of questions... would it be OK if he pinned my wrists? Undressed me, or partially undressed me? He said, “Look, I've never given anyone a spanking before, so I really don't know what's too much or when to stop. Let's choose a safe word and you use it when you've had enough.” So we chose one. He was very thorough, and I look back on that and am so grateful. I mean, I've met people who have been into spanking for years and don't know the concept of safe words.
Anyway, he walked out the door, and I turned up the stereo. My heart was pounding so hard...was this really going to happen? I mean, after all these years, all this dreaming and planning and fantasizing and wondering and...oh, my God. It was really happening. The knock was at the door, and I was about to answer it in full brat persona.
I opened the door, and Paul stood there, looking annoyed yet apologetic. “Hi…look, can you please turn that down a little?” I snapped what for, it's only 3:00 in the afternoon. He said he knew that, but he worked nights and he was trying to sleep now. I said it wasn't my problem that he had such a stupid job, and I couldn't enjoy my music if I turned it down, so he should get some earplugs or get a new job.
I started to push the door shut, but he pushed it back open and forced his way past me into the apartment. Then he went over to the stereo and turned the volume down himself. I yelled at him to knock it off, and pushed the volume knob further up than it had been before. He turned it down again. I reached to turn it back up, and he grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull away, told him to let go of me and get out of here, that I don't need this. He grabbed my other wrist and said, “I know JUST what you need,” and he physically dragged me, kicking and struggling and screaming, into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of my bed, pulling me down over one of his legs. My upper half lay across his leg and onto the bed, and my legs hung over the edge. He pulled my leggings down to mid-thigh—I was wearing a thong and that came down too.
Everything after that is a blur. I remember bits and pieces, like clips from a movie. I remember it hurt a lot, more than I'd imagined it would. I remember I started kicking him, and he said, “OK, that's enough of that,” and pinned my legs with his other leg. I remember screaming at him, threatening him, swearing at him, thrashing around and fighting like a wild woman, but he was so strong. He had both my wrists pinned in one hand.
One thing I remember so clearly was his voice. He spoke to me in this calm, very deliberate voice, never raising it...it was almost hypnotic. I'd scream, “I'm going to get the manager!” and he'd answer, “No, I don't think you're going anywhere right now.” I'd tell him to stop it, and he'd say, "Stop? No, we're just getting started here. I think you wanted this all along, didn't you? I'll bet you turned up your music on purpose just so I'd come down here and give you what you need.” For someone who had never given a spanking before, he was doing a damn good job. His dialogue was the type I would have written for a fantasy story. And to this day, his is the type of voice I like to hear.
It was like having an out-of-body experience—I couldn't believe this was happening to me. And he just kept smacking and smacking and smacking, and talking in that same calm voice...it went on and on. I started saying I was sorry, OK, I won't tell the manager, I'll keep it down, I promise. “Sorry? How sorry are you? Nope, I don't think you're quite sorry enough.” He showed no signs of stopping, and then I remembered he'd left it up to me to stop it. But I didn't want to! I really didn't! Somehow, the pain had blurred into something deeply pleasurable, and I found myself wanting more and more.
Eventually though, I knew I was making a hell of a lot of noise, and I was concerned about my neighbors hearing and so forth, so I finally yelled out the safe word we'd chosen and he stopped immediately. I lay on the bed, barely able to catch my breath. It was a fairly warm day, and we were both sweating so hard that my comforter on the bed was damp. He got me some water and we lay on the bed side by side for a while, quietly.
He didn't say anything, and I didn't know what to say. That was probably the most awkward moment...where does one go from here? I had no clue, and he didn't know either. Instinctively, I wanted to be held and cuddled and soothed, but I didn't know how to ask for it, and I guess he wasn't comfortable doing it. Of course, now I would be horribly put off by a lack of “aftercare.” But then, I didn't know any better. Aside from that, I don't think he could have done a better job. After a while we both got up and straightened up, and he left shortly thereafter.
I have no idea what he was thinking after the fact, but I was left on a high that lasted for the rest of the week. I absolutely could not believe that wild, wanton, thrashing woman had been me. There were plenty of aftereffects. My throat was raw from all the screaming. Both my wrists were bruised. And the marks on my backside were mesmerizing—you could actually make out a handprint on one cheek. Purple and red streaks everywhere. And yes, I loved every single mark, every bruise. They were my little secrets. I'd gaze at my wrists and smile. I'd go to the gym, dress in the bathroom stall instead of the locker room and smile. I relived the scene, over and over and over again all week and smiled.
What happened to Paul? He had his own issues; unfortunately, he wanted to keep this part of himself so secret, so apart from the rest of his life, and he told no one—plus he had a vanilla relationship and this double life of his was causing all kinds of guilt. He had thought keeping it totally anonymous would work. I never knew his last name or where he lived, or what he did for work. Plus (and this one hurt) he wasn't all that attracted to me anyway. He assured me it wasn't ME, it's just that he had a fetish for a particular type of body—the ultra waifish type, really skinny, like Nicole Richie or Kate Moss. I'm fairly thin, but I'm no waif. Plus, he had a thing for Asian women.
So, I didn't see him again. I felt horribly sad and let down for a while, thinking I'd fallen for him, but I soon realized it wasn't him I fell for, but the experience he'd given me. I wanted more, and it was up to me to pursue it. I will never, ever forget him, and will always wish the best for him. Over the years, I have heard many horror stories about women's first scenes with the wrong person, and I think of Paul with gratitude. I hope he is happy and has found what he is looking for.
As for me—soon after that, I placed my own ad, met my current boyfriend, and the rest is, as they say, history.
[Postscript: The scenario I described above became a script for a Shadow Lane video, which I wrote and co-starred in—Spank Thy Neighbor.]
I wrote this back in 2000, after my first Shadow Lane shoot, for Naughty Secretaries Week, Part 2. With Shadow Lane's blessing, I am recounting it here.
I had been fantasizing about doing a video ever since I first got into spanking, almost four years ago. I had become a public player right away and discovered I had a strong exhibitionistic streak, since I enjoyed being watched while doing scenes at parties. However, committing that kind of scene to film was another story. My boyfriend and I attended five Shadow Lane parties before I worked up the nerve to approach Tony and Eve and ask if they were still interested in new talent (they had posted something to that effect on the soc.sexuality.spanking newsgroup). This was back over last Labor Day weekend, and on January 9, I did my first video for them, called Naughty Secretaries Week, Part 2.
I had the role of secretary; the receptionist was played by another newbie to videos, Alexandria Panos; and the ever-popular Keith Jones played our exasperated boss. Basically, the plot involves two women in a company whose owner has recently expired, and they get a new boss, the owner's nephew, who happens to be the same Keith Jones in the spanking scene. Being in the scene themselves, the women plot to drive him crazy, betting to see who can provoke the first spanking and how.
I had received a script via email and was surprised that there were so many lines and scenes. I had to remember lines?? Having no acting experience, I was very nervous about this. However, I was relieved to discover that during the actual spankings, there was no scripted dialogue, and we were free to adlib. So I rehearsed my lines, reading them over and over, running over them with my boyfriend (who assumed both Keith's and Alexandria's lines), finding myself repeating the lines to myself everywhere—in the market, at the gym, in the shower…! OK, so I'm a perfectionist. That was really the only thing I had to do, besides show up. Eve had requested my sizes and measurements and said that she would take care of all the clothing.
On that Sunday, I showed up around 11:00 AM. The film was being shot at an office suite ten minutes from my home—a friend of Eve and Tony's had generously given them permission to use his office, so we had a very authentic setting. When I first walked in, I was so nervous—I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I had no idea what to expect—I'd never even met Alexandria and I'd met Keith once; we'd never played before. I knew he was very nice; we had exchanged emails and I knew I was going to be working with a real professional, so that was comforting.
The first thing I saw was all the camera equipment and lighting being set up in the main office, so I bypassed that and went looking for Eve. I passed through the kitchenette area and said hello to Keith and Butch, noting that there was a huge spread of snacks laid out for us. They directed me to the back office area, where Alexandria and Eve were looking at the clothes. I went back there and met my co-star, taking an immediate liking to her. She was warm and open and just as nervous as I was, so I knew we would be good support systems for one another.
Eve showed us all the outfits she'd bought for us—we had four costume changes altogether. She'd done a fabulous job for us both—everything fit perfectly and looked wonderful! She'd taken care of all the details, down to the stockings and panties and shoes, and we were both thrilled. Three of the outfits were classic office attire, and then there was a fourth outfit for a naughty scene. In the plot, Alexandria and I take off together at lunch and go shopping at a fetish wear shop, returning several hours late and then modeling the new outfits for our then-enraged boss. Alexandria's outfit was a French maid's uniform, complete with the frilly petticoats and fishnet stockings. My outfit was incredible—I just stared at it when Eve first showed it to me. It was a gold dress, short, tight, halter-top and completely backless, and fit like a second skin—I'd never worn anything like that in my life. I told Eve I felt like a kinky Cinderella.
Once everything had been tried on and approved, it was show time. We all ran over our lines once or twice, just for practice, and then it was time to shoot the individual scenes. Eve told us that we would be shooting out of sequence; the spanking scenes would be shot first, while the energy and enthusiasm were high, and then the dialogue and filler scenes would be shot later. There were three different spanking scenes: the first ones while we were wearing our fetish outfits (sort of warm-up scenes); a longer OTK spanking for both of us with several implements; and finally, both of us were placed over the desk. The fetish outfit scene was the first one shot, and Alexandria did her scene first, so I watched.
I should say right here for anyone who doesn't have any experience with this sort of thing—it's a lot of work! Lighting adjustments, camera angles, proper physical placement, and so many other factors come into play for each scene, and then of course there are the inevitable cuts and retakes and forgotten lines. So the overall procedure takes much longer than one might think. However, I know I can speak for Keith and Alexandria when I say we were having so much fun with this, we never noticed the time.
Anyway, it was finally my turn to go over Keith's lap for the first time. A word about Keith: he was the perfect person for a newbie to co-star with. He was so nice to both of us, putting us at ease immediately, joking and teasing and making us laugh, complimenting us, checking in with us frequently, and anything else you could hope for from a spanking partner. Plus, his techniques and timing are perfect—and it doesn't hurt that he's so damned cute! So, it was actually hard to keep a straight face and look indignant when the stills were being taken, because he kept cracking me up with his comments and faces.
During that first scene on the couch, Eve and Tony disagreed about the positioning of my legs. Up on the couch or down on the floor? It really was a riot—here I am lying across Keith's lap, bottom in his face, and shifting my legs back and forth from up to down so Eve and Tony could compare which angle looked better! But of course, it was all with the intent to have the most flattering look, so I'm not complaining. Besides, Keith was making me laugh, poking my butt with his finger and saying, “Why, I oughta…”
So, the first spanking scene was completed, and we were off to change outfits. Alexandria and I were both still nervous, and changing clothes was challenging, dealing with stockings, garter clasps, buttons, shoe straps! We helped each other, and even enlisted Keith's help, since he was changing in the same room as we were. At first, I felt a little modest, taking my clothes off in this communal office dressing room in front of Keith and Alexandria, but got over it in about five minutes. I mean, that was silly, wasn't it, considering what I was going to be showing on camera to them AND everyone else!
The next two spanking scenes were much heavier and longer, with the use of all kinds of implements. Again, since the dialogue during the spankings themselves was spontaneous, I was quickly able to establish my character as the smart-assed brat, sassing Keith through the entire procedure. He played off of my sarcasm and attitude perfectly, and Alexandria established her own screen personality—the chemistry between the three of us was flawless.
Several people have asked me if the spankings were hard, did they hurt, etc. I have to honestly say I barely felt a thing. I know he was hitting us hard, because I watched him working on Alexandria and remember shuddering and thinking, “Oh, God, he's going to do that to ME in a few minutes.” But during the scenes, I had such an endorphin rush going, I really didn't feel what was being done to me. I was aware of it, and I played off of it, but the pain did not register as real pain, it just served to arouse me further and spike the endorphins up higher. Alexandria said she felt the same way—in fact, she deliberately kept miscounting his cane strokes so he would start over!
Once the spanking scenes were completed, we took a break, sat and relaxed in the kitchen area. I was very impressed by how well they took care of us—there were all kinds of snacks to eat, including healthy things like fruit and bagels, and plenty of bottled water. The lights were hot, and that combined with all the bodies crammed into a small space (actors, Eve, Tony and Butch, camera and lighting crew) really built up a lot of thirst. I barely ate anything though—I didn't want food in my stomach, for obvious reasons. It didn't matter; I was too excited to eat anyway.
The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent doing the various costume changes and filming the dialogue scenes. In a way, these were harder than the spanking scenes, because we had to actually remember lines! But no one got on anyone's case for a forgotten or fluffed line; we'd just laugh over it and do it again. Before I had to do a walk-on and was standing outside in the hallway, Keith was standing behind me and whispering about all the extra punishment that I'd get if I blew my lines—it's amazing that I was able to deliver them at all, let alone with a straight face! Several stills were shot also, from each scene, some of which were posted on the Shadow Lane website. That was quite an experience, seeing myself on the Net for the first time!
Before we knew it, it was all done, just after 9:00 PM. I don't know where the day went, but I felt like a little kid on Christmas—I didn't want it to end! After everything was packed up, they treated us all to a late dinner at a nearby 24-hour deli. We laughed and bantered; Keith hassled me because I didn't want my bagel chips. (“You're not leaving this table until you eat those bagel chips.” “Well, I guess I'll be here all night then.” “You're wasting food, young lady.” “YOU eat them, then!”) I think I could have stayed there talking well into the night, but alas, others were tired. When I got home, I was still on such a high from the day, I didn't go to bed until after 3:00 AM.
I don't think the experience could have been more positive or more rewarding. How many people get to fulfill a fantasy, have the time of their lives, get their 15 minutes of fame—and get paid for it too! I will always be grateful to the folks at Shadow Lane—they are complete professionals and I am proud to be associated with them.