Category Archives: SciFi

Saturday Spanking — July 3, 2020

Today I’m feeling Sci-Fi. I Love of a Forbidden Planet is the first book in the Passion Quest series, and I want to share a bit of the first book with you.

In this excerpt, Amy has just met her first aliens. They are not exactly what she imagined, and they are not interested in interplanetary negotiations.

*****

The three men tugged at the fabric and reached under it to touch her skin. Hands squeezed her exposed globes, and fingers invaded the private space between her thighs. As she kicked and screamed, the seams were opened, and the jumpsuit was pulled down off her shoulders. They turned her over. Lying on her back, she clenched her jaw as they pulled the front seam open. One man held her left arm and leg while another held her right, spreading her. The first, older man touched her breast. Her nipples stiffened as he held them; he lightly pinched them. His hand moved lower. With her legs pulled open, she was helpless as his fingers explored under the fabric. He touched her lady bits. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried not to cry when his finger entered her.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she shouted, but her words had no meaning to them. She screamed again and he pulled away. Ignoring her flaying arms and kicking feet, they continued tugging the fabric down. They pulled it off her feet and she was nude.

13886930_10157180294775043_8368279385057367336_nThe men released her and stood back. She stared into their astonished faces as they looked down upon the peach-skinned girl they had pulled out of the animal fur. The older man kicked the remnants of her jumpsuit away as though it might stand on its own and attack them.

Amy swallowed the lump in her throat.

Sensing that they were as afraid of her as she was of them, she once again tried to run away. She managed to stand and take a single step before a powerful arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground. The alien spun her in the air like a doll and brought her down across his lap as he sat on a fallen log. Before she could do more than squeal, his hand smacked down on her upturned bottom— hard.

“EEE-OUCH!”

He spanked her again and again. His strong hand pelted her butt and set her tender flesh afire.

*****

You can enjoy Love on a Forbidden Planet at Amazon and FREE with Kindle unlimited.

fp-ad-2

*** Check out the Passion Quest series {{here}} ***

 

Now, be sure and follow the link below to enjoy the other posts in the Saturday blog roll.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter the Saturday Spanking list…

Saturday Spanking – June 20, 2020

Yeah! The first day of summer!

This spanky tidbit is from Book 3 of the Passion Quest SciFi / Historical / Spanking / Romance series — Love Under the Western Star.

This book by Sahalie Blue pits interstellar explorers against Cowboys of the Old West — a Western that is out of this world. Who will come out on top?

In this teaser, Shandre is a galactic explorer living undercover among the local population. She has a job as a teller in the local bank, but her mission is to search for clues that will lead the explorers to the mythical planet Earth. Taking the opportunity of a distraction, she goes snooping for clues. Of course, she is not be caught.

Excerpt:

Mindful of Amy’s directive to search for clues to Earth, Shandre thought this to be a perfect time to sneak into the vault. She knew the wreckage of the starship was on Graham land, so she thought it possible he had some information stashed in the vault. Keeping an ear tuned to the conversation between Daggs and Mrs. Hargroves, Shandre crept inside. The vault had barely enough room for her small frame. She saw nothing out of the ordinary on the shelves. A file box with loan papers sat alongside stacks of bills and bags of coins; everything was neatly arranged.

Her eyes rested on a shiny object tucked in a corner. She pulled it out and studied it. It was some sort of plaque, dark in color, rectangular in shape, and looked metallic. She saw something that looked like an insignia, with some letters boldly etched into the metal beneath, but it was battered, and she could not make out the words.

At that moment, Daggs’ harsh voice reached Shandre’s ears. “You tell Abel to watch his back. Now that the weather’s clearin’ up, Tom Horn’ll be arriving any day now.”

Mrs. Hargroves said, “And just who is Tom Horn?”

“I ain’t sayin’ another word. You’ll find out soon enough.”

While Mrs. Hargroves indicated she did not know the infamous gunfighter, Shandre did know he had been hired by the Tewksbury clan. She replaced the plaque and backed out of the vault.

“I think our business here is complete, Mr. Daggs. You have thirty days to come up with the additional money, or else…” She left the unfinished threat hang in the air for a moment. “I’m sure you will find a way to make the payments. Good day.”

Shandre hurried to stand behind Mrs. Hargroves as if nothing had happened. The older woman whirled on her. Mrs. Hargroves pinched Shandre’s chin between her thumb and first finger.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay out of the vault?” she snarled.

“Yes, ma’am.” How did she know? Shandre asked herself; she had only been inside the vault for a few seconds.

“What were you doing in there?”

Shandre thought of Amy’s bare bottom at the pillory, and felt a swell of panic rising in her chest. “I was just curious, Mrs. Hargroves.”

“Well, curiosity killed the cat.”

Shandre wondered what the odd expression meant—who had said anything about a cat? “I didn’t take any money. You can search me if you like.”

“That, I will do, Missy.” None too gently, Mrs. Hargroves turned the pockets of Shandre’s skirt inside out. She found the pay envelope, but returned it. “Hmm,” she grunted, “there had better not be any money missing when I do the final counting later today. Do you recall your friend, Nurse Amy, and her spanking at the pillory?”

Shandre could not find the words to say ‘yes’; she only nodded.

“That’s where you will be, if you have taken any money, and Mr. Graham will redden your backside, like he did Nurse Amy’s.”

“Uh,” Shandre swallowed, “no, ma’am, I swear I have not taken anything.” She knew Abel Graham would relish the opportunity to get his hands on her bare buns.

“Nonetheless, you are due a punishment for disobeying my instructions.” Mrs. Hargroves grabbed Shandre’s arm and led the young woman to her desk, where she pulled out a thick ruler. “It’s your choice: bend over the desk and take what I have to give, or it is to the pillory with you.”

Shandre considered it to be no option at all. “Not the pillory, please, ma’am.”

Mrs. Hargroves smiled. “That’s what I thought you would say. Rest your head on the desk top, and spread your arms.”

Shandre did as she was told. She clenched her legs together, and gritted her teeth.

“You’ll get twenty swats over your skirt, then another ten on your bare bottom. And, I’d better not catch you in the vault again.”

Shandre grimaced, but knew better than to argue with her supervisor. “Yes, ma’am.” It’s for the mission, she told herself. Just as Amy had, she would take the punishment without argument.

The ruler came down swiftly on the fullest part of Shandre’s left cheek. The loud crack was not significantly muted by the fabric of her skirt, and resonated throughout the room. It hurt much worse than she had expected. The intensity built with each successive swat as Mrs. Hargroves wielded the ruler across Shandre’s backside. She methodically applied five swats in the same place. The pain increased with each repetition. Then, she switched to the other cheek, and repeated the process.

Now came the part Shandre dreaded most. Tears fell from her eyes. “Please, Mrs. Hargroves, you can see I didn’t steal anything. Please, don’t spank me on the bare.”

*****

Love Under the Western Star is available from Amazon and FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Please take a moment to explore the entire Passion Quest series by {{clicking here}}

 

 

And, don’t forget to explore the galaxy of Saturday Spanking post by clicking the link below:

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to this Linky Tools list…

Saturday Spanking — April 25, 2020

This week Diana is about to learn her first lesson in how to be a slave girl. This is only her first adventure in Rescuing Diana. In this Victorian steampunk science fiction tale—ala H. G. Wells era— you can enjoy her spanking adventures as she travels to Venus and Mars.

*****

When Diana awoke, she discovered that she was no longer between her soft cotton sheets. Rather, she was lying on a hard wooden bench.

“Ah, you are awake.” The voice was thick. Its owner spoke slowly, as though English was not his first language.

“Where am I?” she asked.

“That is not for me to say. I am Mustafa, your instructor.”

Diana became aware that she was still dressed in only her nightdress. Pulling her knees into her chest, she was grateful for the concealing darkness. “Instructor?”

14449911_181004082336988_7049071810022843442_n“Yes. I will instruct you on the proper behavior of a concubine slave.”

What?” She attempted to stand again.

In the darkness, she only barely perceived the motion of the man as his hands gripped hers. In a flash, the mountain-sized man had her wrists pinned together as he bound her hands with a short length of leather strap. He then sat on the bench and pulled her down across his lap. He began to spank her with furious strokes. Diana kicked, but his powerful hand held her down. She screamed for someone to help her; but no one came. She was forced to endure a long, painful walloping. He finally stopped.

“That was your first lesson. Do you know what it was?”

*****

This Victorian Steampunk book can found at:

Blushing Books

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Barnes and Noble

 

Don’t forget to enjoy the many other snippets in the Saturday blog roll by clicking the link below:

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter Saturday Spanking Blog Roll

 

Saturday Spanking — April 11, 2020

Love on a Forbidden Planet from the Passions Quest series

Amy grew to enjoy always being nude…

 

Amy Toller is responsible for determining which alien species are intelligent and which aren’t. It’s her job to travel to different planets and observe the aliens from afar.

Halfway through the mission, the captain orders Amy down to the surface of the planet Corvus-3 to complete an assessment of the natives, and to decide whether they can mine the planet for lanthanum, which Amy’s people desperately need to survive. Unfortunately, the savage her shuttle crashes and she is at the mercy of the natives.

Excerpt:

Where did they come from?

These two males were younger copies of the first. She screamed again and squirmed, trying to wiggle from their grasp. But they lifted her off the ground. Her feet peddled air as she struggled.

The first man stepped closer. His tangled mane of hair and full beard framed his face as he studied

Amy. She stopped fighting, and the two males set her back down on her feet.

She locked eyes with the first man. It was difficult to judge the age of primitive people, they generally had short lifespans. From the crow’s feet wrinkles beside his eyes, she judged him to be at least thirty. This could be deep into middle age for the alien. He did not blink as he studied her.

The older male reached out and touched her shoulder, stroking it. She glanced away from his face to watch his fingers pinch the jumpsuit fabric. She had left the setting to appear as animal fur. He was trying to stroke her fur, and was mesmerized with the smooth texture that his eyes told him should not be there.

His hand went to her face, her neck. His rough fingers gently caressed her smooth skin. He fingered the collar separating her real skin from the image of fur. He pulled, and the jumpsuit seam opened. Surprised, he stepped back. Startled, the other two males loosened their hold on her arms, and Amy pulled free. Turning, she attempted to run up the hillside. However, she managed only two steps before a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her down.

“Ugh,” she grunted as the wind was knocked out of her.

Face down on the ground, a powerful hand held her. Sucking in a breath, Amy screamed as another hand lifted the jumpsuit’s back panel and touched her bare butt.

The three men tugged at the fabric and reached under it to touch her skin. Hands squeezed her exposed globes, and fingers invaded the private space between her thighs. As she kicked and screamed, the seams were opened, and the jumpsuit was pulled down off her shoulders. They turned her over. Lying on her back, she clenched her jaw as they pulled the front seam open. One man held her left arm and leg while another held her right, spreading her. The first, older man touched her breast. Her nipples stiffened as he held them; he lightly pinched them. His hand moved lower. With her legs pulled open, she was helpless as his fingers explored under the fabric. He touched her lady bits. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried not to cry when his finger entered her.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” she shouted, but her words had no meaning to them. She screamed again and he pulled away. Ignoring her flaying arms and kicking feet, they continued tugging the fabric down. They pulled it off her feet and she was nude.

The men released her and stood back. She stared into their astonished faces as they looked down upon the peach-skinned girl they had pulled out of the animal fur. The older man kicked the remnants of her jumpsuit away as though it might stand on its own and attack them.

Amy swallowed the lump in her throat.

Sensing that they were as afraid of her as she was of them, she once again tried to run away.

She managed to stand and take a single step before a powerful arm wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground. The alien spun her in the air like a doll and brought her down across his lap as he sat on a fallen log. Before she could do more than squeal, his hand smacked down on her upturned bottom— hard.

“EEE-OUCH!”

He spanked her again and again. His strong hand pelted her butt and set her tender flesh afire.

*****

Love on a Forbidden Planet is Book One of the Passion Quest series, and is FREE with Kindle Unlimited.
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZPB5QB
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LZPB5QB

You can take this opportunity to read some more spanking snippets by following this blog role link.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…

 

Hump Day — April 1, 2020

Nope, this is not an April Fools joke

In Rescuing Diana, Miss Well’s adventure begins when she is captured by an Egyptian prince who is intent on making Diana into his trophy harem slave girl. After her indoctrination into the erotic arts, Diana’s beloved John Bates arrives to rescue her. However, this is not the end of her ordeal as a slave girl… it is only the beginning. Secretly following her brother – Herbert – and Captain Bates, Diana makes the mistake of boarding her uncle’s Moon Car. Diana’s Uncle George is a professor studying the lost Egyptian science of anti-gravity and levitation. He is planning a trip to the moon. Unknown to the others, Diana stows away and inadvertently joins the voyage. When the get to Mars, Diana is captured, and then…

Excerpt:

Toward the end of the second week, Furna delayed Diana as the slave girls were preparing to collect the evening supply of food. “Diana; that is such a strange name. What does it mean?”

She knew that she was named for an ancient Roman goddess, but she could not imagine how to express this to Furna. “It means one who is beautiful and swift—a huntress.”

“Hmm,” Furna mused as she ran her finger along the edge of Diana’s slave collar. “But this is not the first time you have been a slave, is it?”

“Nein.”

“I have noticed that you take well to the position. You know how to behave with your betters and follow instructions.”

“Ja, I have been so trained,” Diana admitted.

“However, I sense this is not what you were born to.”

“Nein, I have spent most of my life as a free woman.”

“And, so you shall again—soon.” Furna removed the chain attached to Diana’s collar. The end of the chain had never been fastened to anything to confine her. It served only as a constant reminder of her slave status as she carried it around. “But this stays for now.” Furna hooked her finger in the collar and gave it a light tug. “Karjir will free you when it pleases him.”

While still a slave, Diana was glad to have the chain removed. Without it, she could run much faster when John and Herbert came to rescue her.

“Soon the southern army will be returning,” Furna continued. “They will bring many new slave girls to fill the Alpha’s harem. The older girls here now will be released. Since the Alphas take such great care to ensure that their girls are well trained—trained in both the art of obedience and that of gathering food and maintaining a household—these girls are the most sought after in Kur. The families of Kur will be paying tribute to the Alphas to gain one of these girls for their Beta sons.”

Diana understood that Furna was defining her fate. She was to be married to a Beta—and soon. She swallowed and counted the days of her captivity.

How long do John and Herbert have until something… irreversible happens to me?

“Karjir will find you a fine husband. You will be happy.” Furna expressed a rare smile and left Diana with her thoughts.

*****

Rescuing Diana is a romantic science fiction story. Set in July, 1840, the story offers exciting discoveries and an alternate meaning to ancient mythology; including a different outlook on the inspiration behind the famous Venus in the half shell painting. The book is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, and Blushing Books

 

 

Loving a Spaceman

The final quest for Earth

On Cabul, the second planet orbiting the uncharted star Belos, the team of scientists discovers a remnant of humans who escaped Earth 2,000 years in the past. Tanner Brand is an engineer from the Wilhelm sent to infiltrate the Atomic Station on Cabul. When the Spaceman rents a room from the widowed Holly Meadows, romantic sparks fly.

Tanner has fallen for one of the natives. He gets her alone, and then…

Excerpt:

His fingers slipped between her thighs and entered her sopping wet channel. A digit grazed by her G-spot, nearly launching her into another mini-orgasm. Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled her up to cuddle, sitting in his lap.

He inhaled. “Mm, such a delicious aroma of aroused woman. Whatever shall I do with you?” She tried to think of the words to say what she wanted, but he continued, “I think I shall fuck you, little Miss Holly.”

She was surprised at his brash use of the swear word. Alan had made its use verboten in their household. When ten-year-old Andy had uttered the harsh term, in an open challenge to his father’s rule, Alan had washed their son’s mouth out with soap. He had then applied his belt to the young man’s backside. Holly had thought it harsh punishment, but dared not go against her husband’s decree.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, having decided she liked the idea of being ‘fucked’. It sounded naughty, and she was in a naughty mood.

Tanner tapped her thigh, and motioned for her to rise. “I think we’ll be more comfortable in bed.”

Holly rose from his lap, and grasping his hand, led him down the hall to her bedroom. She practically bounced the entire way.

Tanner closed the door behind them and propped the chair up against the knob. Holly undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, as Tanner removed his slacks and underwear.

They tumbled into bed, hands caressing each other’s bodies as if the world were coming to an end. Their lips found each other’s, melding into a lengthy, amorous kiss. Side by side, their bodies entwined, melting together. His hand parted her thighs and his fingers entered her jane.

She held the shaft of his dick. When their lips parted, she whispered, “Do you have a glove? Tonight, I want you inside me.”

“A what?”

“You know, a love glove.” In the dim light, she saw the puzzled expression on his face. “A sheath for your sword.” When he still displayed no sign of comprehension, she squeezed his shaft and said, “A rubber. You don’t want to get me pregnant, do you?”

“No, but—”

She rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer. From under the magazine, she retrieved one of the condoms. Alan had bought them, and she had not touched them since he died. She handed the foil pack to Tanner. He examined it like a scientific specimen.

“Tanner, sometimes you can be so confusing.” She took the condom from his fingers and tore the package open. Holding his bone-hard shaft, she unrolled it over his tip.

“Oh, I see,” he said. “A love glove. A sheath for my sword. How clever.” He watched as she finished unrolling the condom. Chuckling, he flipped her onto her belly and popped her bottom. Holly gasped as Tanner’s hands clutched her heated bottom. He grinned.

“Have you ever been fucked from behind, my little Holly?”

*****

In Love and the Spaceman, Dr. Amy Toller is an alien anthropologist from the planet Eden. She is a final quest for peace in the Galaxy – her last chance to find the seed of humanity – Earth.

Amazon US, Amazon UK, FREE with Kindle Unlimited

 

Check out more of the Passion Quest series by clicking here.

Hump Day — March 4, 2020

Today I want to explore new worlds with Book One of the Passion Quest series – Love on a Forbidden Planet.

Amy is an Alien Anthropologiest aboard the Star Cruiser Carpenter. She is responsible for determining which alien species are intelligent and which aren’t. It’s her job to travel to different planets and observe the aliens from afar. However, she broke the rules and Professor Wilhelm threatened to spank her. Mulling over this idea with her boyfriend, Mario, he takes her emotions – and her body – to places she’s never experienced before.

Excerpt:

Teasingly, Amy turned back around. Mario’s gaze focused on the black curly hair adorning her mons. She routinely trimmed them to an inch or so long, leaving just enough curl to modestly cover the apex of her womanly slit. He leaned his face into her and inhaled her exhilarating aroma. He kissed her bellybutton. Leaning back, he slowly lifted his eyes to examine her full breasts. Her dark nipples invited him to kiss them as well, but he decided to save that treat for later.

She gave her head a slight shake to relax her black hair around her shoulders. With a devilish glean in her chocolate, almond-shaped eyes, she took his index finger and used it to open his jumpsuit. She pulled the material down his shoulders and arms. Mario lifted his buttocks as Amy freed his cock from its prison. Kneeling on the deck, she completed undressing him.

She paused. Kneeling between his knees, she focused on his erection. She caressed his tip, and traced her fingers along the shaft. Mario wanted her to take him into her mouth. He had never said anything about wanting oral sex from her, but she had come close to taking him once before. He had nearly burst when he thought that she was going to do it.

Amy’s fingers explored his taut balls before returning to stroke his shaft. As she stood, she leaned forward to give his swollen tip a light kiss.

She pulled back the bed covers and lay on her back. Mario parted her knees and knelt between them. Holding his weight above her, he nuzzled between her breasts. He kissed around her nipple, teasing it as he watched the skin of her areola crinkle. When he could stand it no more, he sucked the firm nub between his lips. He coddled it with his tongue.

Amy moaned and lifted her knees. Mario guided his manhood to her warm entrance. He swirled his tip in her moisture. Abandoning her breast, he kissed her forehead, button nose, and finally her lips. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as he eased his member into her warm core. She locked her heels behind his butt, and urged him to thrust deep inside her.

Ahh, oh – yesss.”

Her moans of pleasure drove him wild.

“Harder, please—harder.”

She squeezed him so tightly as he strained to press himself ever deeper inside her.

*****

To see what happens next, you can enjoy Love on a Forbidden Planet at Amazon and FREE with Kindle unlimited.

 

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Blushing Books

*** Check out the Passion Quest series {{here}} ***

Saturday Spanking — February 29, 2020

It’s Leap Year! Let’s celebrate with an extra spanking this Saturday.

Love Under the Violet Crown by Sterling Scott and Sahalie Blue is both a science fiction and historical romance story. The characters zooming through hyperspace are definitely living the SciFi life. However, the citizens of Maia-3 are Bronze Age Greeks. In producing this book, my co-author and I researched life in ancient Greece – back in the day of the Trojan War – to create our citizens on Maia-3.

Sample here a bit of this life. In this excerpt, Iva (our heroine) is enjoying the betrothal party of her five year old sister, Ali. Iva is reminiscing about her own pending wedding to Archmed…

Excerpt:

Once the courtyard filled with guests, Aristo presented the documents attesting to Ali’s dowry and virginity. He proclaimed, “I give this woman for the ploughing of legitimate children.” Iva could not remember having heard these words at her betrothal, but she knew that her father had said them. These were the standard words used to seal every betrothal contract. Iva considered the harsh reality that she was mere fertile ground for her husband to plant his seed. Her greatest contribution to society was the production of more citizens—more male citizens. Athens needed a continuous supply of myrmidons to fight the war.

Ali was given a chastity belt by her future mother-in-law. It was more ornamental than functional: metal parts were gold and jewels were woven into the fabric. A tingle traced along Iva’s spine as she remembered her own chastity belt. She only wore it when she left the house, and that was almost never. She would wear it one more time. On her wedding day, her mother-in-law would remove it. It would then be presented to the goddess Athena as an offering.

While her fate was now sealed, Ali would not actually marry for another ten years, when she became a real woman.

With the legal portion of the ceremony completed, the children were sent to bed and the guests turned to the festival prepared by Aristo and Lysia. Iva lounged with the other unmarried women. They drank wine and ate fruits carried by the slaves. These young women were citizens and more than half of them were related to Iva. However, like her, they were confined to their homes. Thus, they rarely had opportunities to meet.

The young women giggled as they gazed upon the gathering men. Many of these men were betrothed to the girls. Iva watched as concubines attempted to seduce her elder brothers and cousins. Her father employed two concubines for the entertainment of his visitors. These women lived in the common rooms. However, for the festival he had hired half a dozen more for the pleasure of his guests. These were the only women permitted to converse with the men. When an unmarried woman engaged a man in conversation, one to which she was not related, observers would assume that she was offering herself for sex.

If Iva approached and conversed with an unrelated man, then her virtue would come under suspicion. Archmed might then reject her. The embarrassment of the scandal would force her father to disown her. Tossed out onto the street, she would have no other means of supporting herself than to join a brothel. Iva shuddered at the thought.

Then she spotted Nan. Iva’s older, illegitimate, half-sister trailed in their father’s wake. There were several other female metics within the gathering of men. Despite the knowledge that Nan would never marry, Iva was jealous of her. She envied Nan’s ability to mingle with the men. Nan was not a concubine, but she was not a virgin either. Iva knew that their father, Aristo, was introducing Nan to eligible men. Not men eligible for marriage, but men who might be seeking a courtesan. Nan was free to choose whoever she wanted. She was free to fall in love, but if she expected Aristo to provide his support, she would choose a man who could expand the family’s sphere of political influence.

Iva’s eyes fell upon Archmed. She watched as one of the concubines fed him grapes.

Why do men have such an insatiable need for sex?

Iva didn’t understand why men desired to have relations with so many women, so many times more than necessary to procreate. There was no significance associated with these unions; it was just something that they did. Iva had witnessed the act many times and knew the various positions used. She had watched her parents unite, she had watched men use her father’s concubines, and she had watched the slaves couple. At this moment, two of the concubines were servicing her father’s guests while their wives pretended not to watch.

Archmed was twice her age and she knew that he had an illegitimate son by his courtesan, who accompanied him on the military campaigns. The bond between a man and his courtesan was a legal arrangement wherein he agreed to support her and her children while she agreed to serve only him. Men were free to associate with as many women as they could afford.

However, as a citizen female, Iva would be stoned to death if she were to lie with any man other than her husband. Iva did not quite understand why married men required courtesans, but it seemed that they did. “Marriage is for producing legitimate heirs. Courtesans are for love,” Iva’s mother had told her. Admittedly, Iva did not love Archmed. She barely knew him. However, she did hope that one day their union would develop into one of love. She wanted him to discharge his courtesan and lie only with her.

 

 

 

*****

 

So, what do you think Iva will do to sway Archmed to her intentions? Let me simply say that spanking scenes abound in Love Under the Violet Crown, available from Amazon, FREE with Kindle Unlimited.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Read the first chapter {{here}}

 

Don’t forget to click the link below to enjoy the other entries in the Saturday Spanking blog role.

Powered by Linky Tools

Click here to view this Linky list…


Do you remember …

… how much fun could be had in the spacious back seats of a 1957 Ford Fairlane? Well, here’s a tidbit to jog your memory {or clue you in if you are too young}}. This excerpt is from Love and the Spaceman:

Walt’s finger caressed her thigh as he traced along her nylon stocking. When his finger crossed the stocking’s top, when he touched her bare skin, an electric shock surged down her spine to set fire deep within her girly parts. This was the fifth time he had touched the bare, sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh.

She reflexively opened her legs as wide as the automobile’s backseat would allow.

His fingers settled on the gusset of her panties.

She knew her panty would now be wet. The first time they had explored this deeply into sexual relations, she had been concerned he would be offended—thinking she had peed her pants. But now, she knew he expected moisture and probably knew its real source.

His expertly practiced fingers pushed the elastic band aside and, for the third time, entered the panty’s leg hole.

She broke the kiss and gasped as his finger contacted her hot, vulnerable entrance.

His finger retreated slightly.

*****

You might ask, “What does this have to do with spacemen?” The answer is a long one. It would save time if you simply read the book.

*****

Love and the Spaceman is available Amazon and FREE this weekend:

Amazon US

Amazon UK