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.