Thursday, October 28, 2010

HD - Tour (part 1)

If you haven’t read the other HoloDeck stories…you can start here.  The HoloDeck series explores spanking, sex and BDSM in a fantasy world where nothing goes wrong, and if it does, they have sci-fi level medical care available.  I find that sort of thing fun and titillating.  Your mileage may vary.  This is the first part of a four-part Macy/Colin story.

Macy blinked rapidly to clear her eyes.  The transition into a HoloDeck scene was sometimes jarring.  The heat of Colin’s hand wrapped around hers was the first surprise.  The feel of fabric on her skin was the second.  She wore a tiny pair of shorts and a bikini top.  Her bare feet were sunk in loose, white sand.

Colin stood watching her, holding her hand innocently enough.  He wore board shorts and a Rash Guard shirt, the lines of the shirt accenting his strength.  Macy took in the scenery, rolling dunes of white sand as far as the eye could see.

“White Sands, New Mexico,” Colin answered before she even voiced the question, “It’s early spring, love, so we shouldn’t get to warm.”

Macy beamed at him, digging her toes in the warm sand.  The air was rather cool on her skin, considering the warmth radiating from the sand and the warm sun overhead.  They walked for a piece, Macy watching as her manicured toenails sparkled in and out of the white sand.

Suddenly, Macy stopped, turning herself in front of Colin and bringing him to an abrupt halt.  She grabbed his other hand, laughing, “Race me?”  She nodded to the top of the next dune.

Colin shook his head, but smiled indulgently, “What does the winner get?”

“What do you want?” Macy stepped close, pressing her body against him.

“At the moment,” Colin allowed himself to respond to her touch, “You.  Naked.  Beneath me.  But I’ll settle for the top off.”

Macy kissed him and darted away.  Even with the head start, Colin easily caught up.  He reached the summit of the next dune just a moment before her, not having pushed himself to outdistance her.  Macy pouted at him, her merrily sparkling eyes ruining the effect.

“Top off, little one.”

“Colin…” Macy whined.

Colin took a step toward her and tipped her over his outstretched leg.  He delivered a flurry of hard swats to her bottom.  She giggled at this assault, playfully kicking her feet.  Colin shifted his attention to her thighs, his hand reddening the bare flesh.  Macy stopped laughing.

“I’ll take it off, Colin.  Jeeze!”

“You’re still whining at me, little one.”  He continued smacking her bare thighs, hard.  “Take it off.”

Macy struggled to untie the top, hampered by the ungainly position he held her in.  She finally managed to pull the top off without unhooking it.  “It’s off.  Ow!  Stop!”

Colin set her back on her feet, smiling benignly at her, “One of these days you’re going to figure out that it is easier just to obey me.”

Macy shrugged playfully, causing her freed breasts to bounce at him, “Where’s the fun in that?”  She flung herself at him, catching him off guard so that they tumbled down the side of the sand dune.

Their fall became a wrestling match.  Sand flew around them as they rolled, grappling at one another.  The warm sand was rough on their skin.  By the time Colin pinned Macy, both were panting for breath.  Colin held Macy’s hands above her head, straddling her and holding her legs down with his own.

“You are such a brat!” he said.  Her only response was laughter, her giggle breathless from their exertion.

“You need a good switching, but there are no switches here.”  He looked up expectantly and the sand dissolved around them.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Love Our Lurker Day (a day late)

I'm a day late to join the LOL Day, started by Bonnie - my tardiness will come at no surprise to anyone who knows me.  It's a day when spanking and kink blogs encourage their lurkers (and other readers) to post a comment.

If you're writing your first comment, it need not be long or complicated; as a blogger, it is wonderful to receive any comment, even the shortest, shyest comments.  Take the plunge, leave a comment.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

A quiet evening

The television was on, simply background noise as he worked on his computer.  Her hand, cool against his knee, caught his attention.  She sank to the floor at his feet, legs folded neatly beneath her.  Her fingernails ran down his bare leg, traced back up to his knee.  She rested the flat of her hand against the inside of his knee, her cheek pressed against the other side of his leg.

"What's the matter, beautiful?"

"Nothing," she closed her eyes, shutting out the lie.

"Don't lie to me, little one."  He closed his computer, his hand cupping her face.

"Don't stop working," she said quietly, her eyes still closed, "I'm just going to cuddle up with you."

"Then why aren't you up on the sofa with me?  Cuddled up in my lap?"

She shrugged, saying nothing.  His fingers worked through her hair, massaging her scalp.  She sighed, wrapping herself more tightly around his leg.

"I'm sorry," she said finally, "About yesterday."

"I already told you, you've nothing to apologize for."

"Yeah," her quiet whisper could not have said more clearly that she disagreed.

"Get up here, you."  He set his computer aside.  When she didn't move, he carefully brushed her hair back from her ear then took a firm grip and pulled.  She followed her ear, standing up and falling promptly over his lap.

"Meanie," she muttered as she rubbed her ear.  But she barely had time to pout at him, as he pushed up her satin nightgown and began spanking her.  He spanked hard, varying the swats from thuddy to stingy and back again.  He covered both sides of her bottom and worked his way right down her thighs.  She squirmed a little and whimpered a little, but largely accepted his punishment without complaint.

"Get up," he growled at her, helping her to her feet and then standing himself.  "Put your hands on the couch," he pushed her into position.  "And get those legs apart," he demanded, his hand slapping her inner thighs until she had spread her legs to his satisfaction.  "Stay right there."

Her legs shook just a bit as he walked away, the only outward sign of her nerves.  He could be after anything to use with her in this position.  The possibilities were seemingly endless.  She heard him return to the room, but forced herself not to look.

"That's my good girl," he murmured, his hands roaming her backside.  She arched her back in response, offering her bottom for his caress.  He did just that for a long moment, rubbing her bottom, teasing it with his nails.

The sharp crack of the strap against her bottom broke her relaxation.  She took several quick breaths, but he did not let up.  He knew what she needed, enough pain to forgive herself.  Enough pain to let go.

She was near tears when he stopped.  He wrapped her in a hug and pulled her onto his lap as he sat down.  She curled into his chest, just as he had wanted her to do earlier.  Sometimes, it took effort to keep her happy, but it was well worth it.