Tag Archive | Science fiction

“Naughty girls who lie get spankings.”

Love Under the Violet Crown 

Mythology becomes truth

                                    Passion Quest Book Two

Authors Sterling Scott and Sahalia Blue

US Buy Link

UK Buy Link





Dr. Julie Patterson is an Alien Anthropologist. She is on a quest to bring peace to the Galaxy.

Julie and her scientific team are aboard the starship Kart Wilhelm, orbiting the planet Maia-3 with its population of Bronze Age humanoids. Their mission is to redirect the focus of the war-like beings to become successful trading partners. To accomplish this goal, the invading scientists kidnap key individuals and implant new ideals of peace and freedom into their brains.

A native of Maia-3, Iva is a member of the wealthy and deeply spiritual Violet Crown family. Following the custom of her people, her father arranges a marriage to the mathematician, Archmed. Although Iva is an influential citizen, her marriage is only for producing children. However, she longs for true love with her husband. She wants him to reject the concubines he uses for pleasure and lie with her alone.

One night, the scientists seize Iva and Archmed. Iva mistakes them for the gods. Remembering the experience, she has a plan to capture her husband’s love.

The best laid plans of scientists and natives go awry. Following their long voyage through hyperspace, the starship’s crew is distracted by the amorous, scantily-clad natives on the warm, inviting planet. Combining business with pleasure creates problems for Julie’s objective. Meanwhile, Iva is kidnapped by a sinister native bent on having her as his wife. The
fledgling unity on Maia-3 is shattered.

Can Julie and her lover, Marine Lt. Harold Hunter, restore discipline to the ship and bring peace to the natives? And what is Dr. Patterson’s secret mission?

This sexy, spanky, romantic romp in outer space is a sequel to “Love on a Forbidden Planet”, but it can be read as a stand-alone novel.

This is a mixture of science fiction and spanking 


“Come with me and do as I say.” He grabbed Julie’s hand and snatched her up.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked.

Harold did not answer. In her haste to follow the Marines, Julie had forgotten to bring a toga and wore her uniform jumpsuit. Harold pressed his finger to the stud under her collar and ripped the fabric from her body. Nude, he led her from their concealment toward the hut where the three Athens women were being held.

“We are going to create a distraction, and you are going to play along,” he answered. “Make a lot of noise. Yell and scream your head off.”

“Okay, you mean like play acting?” she queried.

“You got it, babe.”

Julie gasped as Harold bent her at the waist and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. With her bare bottom on display, he marched her into the middle of the village. One onlooker released a long, loud whistle which summoned more men.

“Put me down, you lout!” she yelled as her arms pounded his back. “What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Put me down this instant!”

Harold’s hand slapped her ass cheek and he yelled at the top of his lungs, “Silence, wench! I’ll put you down, all right. I’ll put you down over my knee. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” He quickly ran over to the center of the village where an old stone well sat. He plopped down on the second step, setting Julie on the ground. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her over his lap, with her bottom positioned high on his rigid thigh. “Naughty girls who lie get spankings, and you are going to get the spanking of your life, my naughty young lady.”

Excerpt: (Science Fiction)

The two scooted as close together as the seats would allow. They held hands and Julie rested her head on Harold’s shoulder. As if watching a movie, they observed the stars dim and change colors as the gravity bubble formed around the starship. The stars appeared to shimmy back and forth as the discontinuity in gravity distorted their appearance. The vibration of the ship increased and the intensity of those stars ahead increased as their color shifted to a deep blue. While she couldn’t see them, she knew that the stars behind were shifting to red.

And finally, as the ship accelerated beyond the speed of light, the color of the stars shifted outside the range of visibility. There was nothing beyond the window except blackness.

“That was amazing,” Julie whispered. Swiveling her body and turning her head to Harold, she opened her lips, inviting him to kiss her.

“I’m glad you were here to share it with me.” Harold accepted and softly touched his lips to hers for a gentle, lingering kiss.


About the Authors:

 Sterling Scott writes of his imagined adventures within the backdrop of actual historical events. While some of his stories are more fictional than others, he likes to entwine real events into a new version of how it should have happened. Additionally, he includes experiences from his life and those friends who have shared events with him.

When not writing, Sterling travels the highways and visits his children. He spends a lot of time playing with his first grandchild.

Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.



“If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all.”

Author April Vine

Taken by the Barbarian


Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.


To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?


Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.



If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.

“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.

He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.

Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?

“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.

She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.

“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?

“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.

“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”

She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.

“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”

“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.

“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.

“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”

“No,” she said and raised her head.

He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.

He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.

“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.




APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

Email her at april.vine@yahoo.com