Two 4 Tuesday — January 23, 2018

What a glorious day this is. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping…

and there are two women in the bed.

This puts me in mind of one of the stories in  A Sterling Maid for You by myself and Sahalie Blue. In “Two Maids and a Feather Duster”, Meg wants to give her boyfriend the ultimate birthday present. She enlists the help of her roommate, Willow, and the two girls…


Quickly, the other woman kicked off her pumps and joined the two on the bed. Meg felt Willow’s hands slowly unzipping her dress, and for a moment, started feeling a bit anxious. However, Willow massaged and kissed Meg’s bare shoulders and her tensions melted away.

Sam asked, “Does that feel better now?”

Meg muttered something unintelligible.

Sam took off Meg’s shoes and grazed his knuckle along the smooth arches of her feet. He gently massaged her toes through the silky fabric of her stockings. He untied her apron and lifted her up for Willow to slip off Meg’s dress. He undid Meg’s bra clasps, and pulled her bra off as he rolled her onto her back. Lifting her breasts, he suckled each one, taking care to kiss and lick her nipples until they beaded up. Taking slow pleasure, he kissed his way around her soft mounds and down her belly. Pausing, he tickled her belly button with his fingertips before sliding her thong-bikini panty down her legs.

Sam then turned his attention to Willow as he unzipped her dress. Her pebbles were already quite perky. Even so, Sam leaned close to lightly flick them with his fingertips before he kissed them. He motioned for her to lie on her back next to Meg. As she nestled beside her friend, he removed her panty, and sat back on his heels to enjoy the view of both scantily clad women.

“Ladies, you are so beautiful. Uh, I think for now I would like you both to keep the garter belts and stockings on. I love a stocking-clad foot.” He growled and picked up one of each of the girls’ feet, massaging and kissing them. Willow’s feet were rather sensitive, and she squirmed out of Sam’s grasp and rolled on her side.

Before Meg knew what was happening, Willow cupped her head, put her hands on her cheeks, and pulled their faces close together. Grazing her lips, Willow gave Meg a delicate kiss.

Her lips are so tender.

The kiss was different from Sam’s.


You can read more of the short stories in this anthology. This collection of five romantic spanking fantasies showcases the erotic adventures of lively, but errant maids in the employ of Tanya Sterling’s house cleaning company: Sterling Maids. Cleaning was never this much fun.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Blushing Books

Barnes & Noble


You can read the first story for FREE here.


Close Encounters of the Erotic Kind

Weightless—where every action has a reaction

Like a spider saves a bug for a future meal, the alien wrapped Leanne in a web attached to the ship’s cabin wall. He then wrapped himself in his own web as the spaceship took off.

While there was no official doctrine describing what the aliens would do to her, Leanne knew what was going to happen. Countless written accounts and video productions depicted the female captives as being humiliated and forced to wear slave collars around their necks. Her destiny was to be a sex slave. She knew that the collected girls were blindfolded, and bound hand and foot. When they reached the Mothership, they would be stripped and subjected to an invasive medical exam. The virgins would be isolated to be sold later. But the non-virgins, like Leanne, would be abused immediately.

Still blindfolded, with her hands and feet tied, she would be forced to her knees. Her tormentors would test her ability by demanding she perform oral sex.  The aliens would fill her throat and choke her with their massive blue members. She would be abused by one after another, until she surrendered to their will. When she stopped resisting and submissively sucked them off, only then would she be passed on to the next test.

They would remove the blindfold and force her to watch as they used their superhuman powers in ritualistic combat to determine the order in which they would use her. The slave girls would kneel in a line, and the victor of each contest would take his pick. If she willfully serviced him, he would stretch her small human vagina with his thick blue dong. If she struggled, he would take her anally.


The above is an excerpt from Zero-G Spot. Our heroine, Leanne, has been abducted by the aliens. She had heard many stories of how the aliens humiliate and abuse the young women they capture. And now, after being abducted herself, she helplessly awaits her fate as a slave girl.

Jax had received training about human female anatomy, and had been warned that seeing one naked would significantly disrupt the functioning of the male alien brain. However, nothing prepared him for the erotic Leanne.

In a damaged spacecraft, Jax searches for a solution to save himself and his female captive while Earth’s destiny hangs in the balance.

But all is not hopeless.

Determine to survive, the two isolated space travelers overcome their fears, and find that their journey home leads them to an entirely different state of being.

This book is available from:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

A host of other ebook retailers via Books2Read

Kinky Massage

This woman needs a foot massage!


And then a spanking…

These sexy legs and those unprotected sit-spots put me in mind of a scene from my book, Disciplined Date. Susan has  her second foot fetish date.


Reaching into his suit coat pocket, he produced a soft cord. Holding one end, he made two loops of the cord around my left ankle. In a figure-eight knot, he looped it twice again around my right ankle. He tied the two loose ends in a square knot leaving my feet bound with six inches of slack between them. While not tight, the binding around my feet was difficult to shake off. Taking off my left sandal, he lightly held my toes and caressed my arch, not quite tickling but almost.

“You will call me ‘Daddy’,” he said, somehow still tender yet with measured forcefulness.


“No! You will say ‘okay Daddy”, or better still you will answer ‘yes Daddy’. This is the last transgression I will forgive. Forget again and there will be discipline.”

“Yes… Daddy.”

He smiled and removed my right sandal. I lay back on the bed as he held my heel and massaged my toes. He kissed my toes. My pussy oozed, but my thumb again touched the panic button.

“Is this the way you like it?” he softly asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” I sighed.

Sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, he raised my bound feet to his shoulders. My knees fell open and my dress slid down to reveal my red satin panties. I wondered if the wet spot in the gusset material was visible. He kissed each foot’s arch. Lying on my back moaning, I stretched my arms above my head and twisted my torso from side to side. One of his fingers found my clit through my wet panties.

“Are you going to come?”

“I think so.” I softly sigh.

He stopped. Gripping the cord binding my feet, he pulled the slack taunt and lifted my feet high into the air. My dress fell away, exposing my red panty-covered bottom. “Yes Daddy,” he snarled, and lightly slapped the bottoms of my feet. “Say it,” and he spanked my feet again.

“Yes, Daddy,” I quickly said, as my pending climax promptly faded.

Another smack, not painful, just firm. “Again!”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He tugged the backside of my panty’s elastic waistband down just enough to bare my butt, but not enough to expose my sex. I had dropped the panic button and my hand searched for it. He spanked my bare fanny for half a dozen more swats.

“Yes, Daddy,” I responded after each lightly stinging smack.


You can read the entire book from:

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Blushing Books




Saturday Sit-Spank – January 20, 2018

Today, let’s look to the stars. In my youth, I always enjoyed how Robert Heinlein incorporated spanking into his Science Fiction stories. In keeping with that tradition, Sahalie Blue and I (aka Sterling Scott) imagined how a Starship might encourage discipline on those long, long voyage between the stars.

In this clip from Love Under the Violet Crown, Dr. Julie Patterson is about to learn something interesting about her new boyfriend, Lt. Harold Hunter…


When the young woman’s conversation with the economist ended, and she pivoted around, Mario shifted towards her. The small clique surrounding him reflexively shuffled to envelop the woman into their conversation.

“And, sir, were you also at the Battle of Corvus-3?” Tarik Madei, a new member of the ship’s medical team asked. He pointed to the service ribbon attached to the sash Mario wore over his gold-colored jumpsuit.

“Indeed,” Mario answered. “I was on the surface serving under Dr. Toller.” Captain Alvarez never contradicted the established narrative of his and Amy’s exact role in the battle. He struggled to suppress a smile as he thought of the sexual implications of his statement.

The truth of the matter is stranger than fiction, he mused to himself.

Mario watched as Julie’s attention now focused on him. From her description of their mission while at the dinner table, he surmised that Amy had not yet told the young woman the truth of what she would be tasked to accomplish.

Amy deserves another paddling.

“So, you knew Professor Kart Wilhelm?” Tarik asked.

“Well, I knew of him. We were on the ship together for nearly two years, but I never had any conversations with him. I was a junior officer at the time. Even back then he was considered to be a great man.” Mario turned to Julie and touched her shoulder. “Dr. Patterson, are you aware of the other contribution Dr. Wilhelm gave to the Space Service?”

“Uh, no, sir.”

Mm, she’s lying.

Mario witnessed a glint of recognition behind her eyes. However, he was not surprised that she was embarrassed to discuss the matter.

“Indeed,” he instructed, “it was he who observed the practice of corporal punishment among primitive populations. His research concluded that spanking discipline was a natural phenomenon among intelligent species. His observations led to our current practice of shipboard discipline. The cohesive order our crews achieved was probably as much responsible for our success over the Barbas as was the increased production of lanthanum.”

He smiled and watched Julie squirm. He wondered how long it would be until she received a spanking. The ship had a dedicated discipline officer aboard, but Mario knew that Amy preferred to personally apply corrective measures to her own assistants. However, she had never had a female assistant.

“Over there,” Mario indicated a stout, matronly woman, “is our Corrections Officer, Mrs. Hannah Hazelton. Dr. Wilhelm concluded that submission to a woman—a strong, motherly type—afforded a vastly more effective behavior modification for both males and females.”

He watched as all of the new crew members shuffled, glanced at Mrs. Hazelton, and then stared at their feet in obvious discomfort.

“You should all avail yourselves of the opportunity to meet her—under these circumstances. Of course, some women prefer to be spanked by a man, and they are afforded this right. Our Captain of the Guard, Marine Lt. Harold Hunter takes charge in these cases,” he concluded.


Love Under the Violet Crown is a SciFi tale that explores a possible truth behind Greek mythology.

Can Lt. Hunter restore discipline to the ship? Can Julie bring peace to the natives? And what is her secret mission?

This book is available from Amazon and is FREE with Kindle Unlimited:

Amazon US

Amazon UK


You can read the first chapter by clicking here.

Now you can click the link below and enjoy more Saturday Sit-Spanks:

Powered by Linky Tools

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