In Love Under the Violet Crown, Dr. Julie Patterson is an alien anthropologist. She is on a quest to bring peace to the galaxy. In this SciFi / Historical romance, Julie and her scientific team are aboard the starship Wilhelm, orbiting the planet Maia-3 with its population of bronze age humanoids.
However, before the mission begins, there is some unfinished business to attend to…
Excerpt:
While he was the commander of the starship, he directed the crew to perform the functions necessary to complete the mission as specified by Dr. Toller. Thus, he was technically subordinate to her while in public. However, once they were behind closed doors, the tables were turned. He took charge.
As junior members of the starship Carpenter, the two had been young lovers. Amy preferred Mario to her other boyfriends and had been smitten with him. Mario had been marooned on Corvus-3 as well. However, it had taken him months to locate Amy. During the battle with the Barbas, their relationship had bonded ever tighter. Unfortunately, after their rescue, the continuing war had separated them.
Their feelings for each other transcended space and time. Each carrying a torch for the other, they had remained faithful. Only six times in the intervening ten years had they been together during shore leaves. Amy held dear every second she spent with Mario. With her influence, Amy had secured him as the captain of her new ship, and now they would be together for the indeterminate future.
Amy sat on the couch and snuggled up next to Mario as she took a long sip of her wine.
“Yes, Sir.” She emphasized the word sir. “And what do you propose to do about it?”
Mario’s cock twitched within its confines under his codpiece upon hearing her submissive expression. He knew exactly what he intended to do, and he expected that Amy knew as well.
“I think twelve licks of the paddle on your bare fanny, for starters, should do it.”
“Twelve,” Amy whined. “For starters?”
“Indeed, then we will see just how good a girl you can be.”
“Aren’t I always a good girl?” She asked the question coyly, emphasizing her use of their code word for oral sex.
Mario smiled and retrieved his paddle, crafted from genuine cherry wood and polished to a smooth finish.
“Mm, yes you are. And I love you for it,” he replied.
Amy gulped down more wine and asked, “You want me now?”
“Oh yes, baby, now.” Mario nodded.
Amy finished her beverage. As Mario stood, he gripped her arm and directed her to the foot of the bed. He bent her over the edge. The fabric of her jumpsuit had been skintight, but now it stretched extra taut across her rounded apple bottom. Mario delayed her punishment for a moment while he admired her butt. He had always enjoyed the extra curves that she had surrounding her hips. While not really all that prominent, the extra pounds on her otherwise lean figure gave this posture a distinctly feminine allure.
After giving her a loving tap, he applied a stinging swat to her right butt cheek and watched her flesh dance under the blue jumpsuit.
“Ouch!”
He smacked her left cheek with an equal stinger and his cock twitched with her moans. With slow repetitions, he pelted her entire derrière with stinging swats. He, however, avoided her tender sit-spots. He saved those for last.
“Ouch-ouch! I thought you said twelve!”
Mario stopped. He had passed twelve many swats earlier. “Indeed, I did. However, I also said on the bare. You evidently weren’t listening. Too bad for you. You’re not bare so these don’t count.”
“Oh, crikey! You didn’t give me time to get undressed,” she complained. Amy reached her finger under her collar and touched the small metal stud hidden there. Instantly, the taut fabric of her jumpsuit relaxed and seams appeared. Reaching behind her back, she opened the back panel to expose her bare bottom.
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“When a prisoner refuses to tell us the truth, he is stripped. His hands and feet are bound to the wooden beams. Perhaps you would like to experience this sensation?” He pressed her forward until her belly touched the place where the beams of the ‘X’ crossed. He gripped her wrists and held her hands high, against the cold wood.
