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 final part of a four-part Macy/Colin story…you can find the first part here, the second part here, and the third part here.
“Oh no,” Colin said firmly, glaring at her. “I’ll hear a good bit more begging from you first. And your screams. Your sobs. None of this false bullshit.”
He shoved her backwards onto the table, her back flat on the fur rug, her bottom hanging off the edge. He pulled the picnic benches forward a bit and put a booted foot on either bench, spreading her very wide. A bit of rope secured her feet. He pulled her hands together, wrapped them with rope and stretched them far above her head before securing them.
He took his cane to these new targets – her thighs, her pussy, her breasts. He circled her, his blows precise and hard. She strained and writhed wordlessly on the table, occasional low moans punctuating his mutters of “Nice!”
He dropped the cane and scooped up more fresh snow. The first handful was pressed against her pussy. The next two held against her gorgeous breasts. She tossed her head back and forth, begging him with a nonsensical string of moans.
He swept the snow away and fell on her with his mouth. His hands squeezed her painfully. The suction of her mouth caused her to cry out. Her back arched, pressing her breasts harder into his mouth.
He forgot his desire to punish her, giving over to his desire to ravish her instead. He dropped his pants and thrust into her, but the remnants of cold snow served to remind him of his original purpose. Gritting his teeth, he pumped into her until she grew frantic for him. Then, growling, he withdrew.
A horrible rubber crop found its way into his hand. He struck her breasts, her pussy. It took only a few strokes to set her begging. He struck again, watching her tears fill her eyes. He hit her pussy twice more.
“How does my little slut want it?” He rubbed his cock teasingly against her clit, sliding down but not entering her.
“Please, Colin, just fuck me!” She raised her hips, opened her legs even further, begging with her body.
He gave into her pleas, taking everything she offered.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
HD - Tour (part 3)
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 third part of a four-part Macy/Colin story…you can find the first part here, and the second part here.
Cold air hit Macy’s bare skin like a thousand pinpricks of ice. Actual ice, in the form of snow, covered the ground and the bare branches of the surrounding trees. They stood in a clearing, a rustic wooden picnic table and benches explained the purpose of the spot. The air was thin, cool, but as Macy adjusted, no longer bitingly cold.
Colin turned to Macy, watching the tiny shiver race through her. Her nipples crinkled in the cold, tightening to hard nubs. He flicked one, drawing her attention from the scenery to him.
“It’s cold!” she complained.
“Still whining, are you?” Colin leaned towards her and kissed her nose, then each erect nipple. Macy moaned, arching her back in an attempt to press her breasts against him. He pulled back, teasing, “I’ll fix that soon enough, love.”
He strolled over to the picnic table. The bench on the far side held a number of items out of Macy’s sight. He picked up an enormous fur rug and flipped it out over the rough table.
“Come, pet. Lean over the end for me.”
Macy shuffled over somewhat reluctantly. The pain of the switching had faded quickly enough, but the memory had not. She slid her hand through the fur, slowly lowering herself onto the table. Colin roughly smacked her thighs until she opened her legs. “You know better than that, little one. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to punish you.”
Macy cast a skeptical glance over her shoulder at him but kept her peace. Not that it would matter either way, but occasionally Macy made the wiser choice. Colin ran his fingernails up her back, pressing hard enough to leave white lines in her flesh. His hands roamed, scratching and pinching. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, fingers digging into the muscle as he squeezed hard.
He smacked her bottom with his cupped hand, the loud sound echoing among the trees. He paused, pressing himself between her legs, running his arms up her back, laying himself over her. With a groan, he pulled himself away and took up a heavy flogger. He brushed her hair aside and settled into a steady rhythm. Macy grunted a little at the heavier blows, but otherwise seem to melt into the flogging.
“Warm enough, pet?” he asked softly.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she mumbled wordless agreement.
He switched to a carbon fiber cane, her back well prepared for these sharper blows. He moved to her bottom, the fullness of her cheeks receiving his attention for the first time. She clenched her hands into the fur blanket, moaning a bit.
“Oh dear,” he said mockingly, “Is someone getting turned on by this?” He slid a finger easily into her wet pussy. He fucked her hard for a moment, then withdrew and slid his wet finger into her ass. She squirmed harder, undeniably aroused by his actions. He knelt a bit to set aside the cane, his finger fucking her ass. His other hand scooped up a handful of pure white snow. Without warning, he cupped the snow around her pussy.
Macy screamed, pushing herself halfway up. Her back was arched, her elbows still on the table but drawn back to support her head and shoulders off the table. Colin withdrew his finger and dropped the snow. He took her roughly by the hair, holding her in this half raised position.
“Someone give you permission to get up, little one?”
“No,” Macy whimpered.
Colin pulled her roughly to her feet, glaring at her. He held her firmly, watching her tremble. She whimpered when he reached to touch her face, not quite shying away from what she thought would be a slap.
“If you can’t follow the rules, Macy, you don’t leave me any choice.” Colin pushed her back against the table, “You simply like it too much when I spank you, don’t you? Answer me!”
“Yes, Colin,” she stammered the words out, “I like it when you spank me.”
The fingers of his other hand, still bitterly cold from the snow, pinched a nipple, twisting it painfully, “And what about that? Do you like that too?”
“No,” Macy panted, but a rush of wetness between her legs betrayed her. Colin pushed his erection hard against her.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You like that too, don’t you?”
“Please…”
Colin simply pulled harder, “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” Macy managed.
Cold air hit Macy’s bare skin like a thousand pinpricks of ice. Actual ice, in the form of snow, covered the ground and the bare branches of the surrounding trees. They stood in a clearing, a rustic wooden picnic table and benches explained the purpose of the spot. The air was thin, cool, but as Macy adjusted, no longer bitingly cold.
Colin turned to Macy, watching the tiny shiver race through her. Her nipples crinkled in the cold, tightening to hard nubs. He flicked one, drawing her attention from the scenery to him.
“It’s cold!” she complained.
“Still whining, are you?” Colin leaned towards her and kissed her nose, then each erect nipple. Macy moaned, arching her back in an attempt to press her breasts against him. He pulled back, teasing, “I’ll fix that soon enough, love.”
He strolled over to the picnic table. The bench on the far side held a number of items out of Macy’s sight. He picked up an enormous fur rug and flipped it out over the rough table.
“Come, pet. Lean over the end for me.”
Macy shuffled over somewhat reluctantly. The pain of the switching had faded quickly enough, but the memory had not. She slid her hand through the fur, slowly lowering herself onto the table. Colin roughly smacked her thighs until she opened her legs. “You know better than that, little one. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted me to punish you.”
Macy cast a skeptical glance over her shoulder at him but kept her peace. Not that it would matter either way, but occasionally Macy made the wiser choice. Colin ran his fingernails up her back, pressing hard enough to leave white lines in her flesh. His hands roamed, scratching and pinching. He cupped her buttocks in his hands, fingers digging into the muscle as he squeezed hard.
He smacked her bottom with his cupped hand, the loud sound echoing among the trees. He paused, pressing himself between her legs, running his arms up her back, laying himself over her. With a groan, he pulled himself away and took up a heavy flogger. He brushed her hair aside and settled into a steady rhythm. Macy grunted a little at the heavier blows, but otherwise seem to melt into the flogging.
“Warm enough, pet?” he asked softly.
“Mmmm hmmm,” she mumbled wordless agreement.
He switched to a carbon fiber cane, her back well prepared for these sharper blows. He moved to her bottom, the fullness of her cheeks receiving his attention for the first time. She clenched her hands into the fur blanket, moaning a bit.
“Oh dear,” he said mockingly, “Is someone getting turned on by this?” He slid a finger easily into her wet pussy. He fucked her hard for a moment, then withdrew and slid his wet finger into her ass. She squirmed harder, undeniably aroused by his actions. He knelt a bit to set aside the cane, his finger fucking her ass. His other hand scooped up a handful of pure white snow. Without warning, he cupped the snow around her pussy.
Macy screamed, pushing herself halfway up. Her back was arched, her elbows still on the table but drawn back to support her head and shoulders off the table. Colin withdrew his finger and dropped the snow. He took her roughly by the hair, holding her in this half raised position.
“Someone give you permission to get up, little one?”
“No,” Macy whimpered.
Colin pulled her roughly to her feet, glaring at her. He held her firmly, watching her tremble. She whimpered when he reached to touch her face, not quite shying away from what she thought would be a slap.
“If you can’t follow the rules, Macy, you don’t leave me any choice.” Colin pushed her back against the table, “You simply like it too much when I spank you, don’t you? Answer me!”
“Yes, Colin,” she stammered the words out, “I like it when you spank me.”
The fingers of his other hand, still bitterly cold from the snow, pinched a nipple, twisting it painfully, “And what about that? Do you like that too?”
“No,” Macy panted, but a rush of wetness between her legs betrayed her. Colin pushed his erection hard against her.
“Don’t lie to me. You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you? You like that too, don’t you?”
“Please…”
Colin simply pulled harder, “Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” Macy managed.
Friday, November 5, 2010
HD - Tour (part 2)
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 second part of a four-part Macy/Colin story...you can find the first part here.
Macy was pressed hard onto the forest floor, various hard objects poking her back. Colin lifted himself off her, pulling her up by her wrists. She wore only the ridiculously short terry-cloth shorts. Colin pulled her over to a fallen log.
“Hands right there on the log, brat. Bend over, keep your legs straight.” Colin watched, then corrected himself, “Spread your legs for me, love.”
Macy moaned as she followed his directions, feeling the shorts slip up to reveal the crease of her bottom and even part of her butt cheeks.
“Don’t even think about moving,” Colin ordered as he stomped away to select a few switches. He cut the green branches from three different trees. His pocket knife was unusually sharp, trimming the switches was easy. He returned to find Macy in the position he had left her.
“Good girl,” Colin tapped the first of the switches along the crease of her bottom, “Keep your position, little one. You put a hand or foot back here and I will smack it, you understand?”
“Yeah,” Macy said reluctantly, bracing herself. But nothing could have prepared her for the burning assault of the switch, biting into her sand scoured skin. Her cries startled small game, birds fluttering away from the scene.
When the first switch broke, Colin swapped it for the second without missing a beat. Macy’s screams went up a notch as he laid into her thighs. A hand whipped back to protect her thighs. Colin caught her wrist, wordlessly striking her palm three times before releasing her hand.
Sobs shook Macy’s body. Colin stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to his hip. He dropped the switch and delivered several ringing blows to her bottom with his palm. The abrupt change of sensation made Macy writhe within his firm grasp.
He stepped back and retrieved his final switch. He laid into her again, this time occasionally striking her calves. She was fighting with herself not to move, to accept the burning punishment. He watched her carefully, stopping before she lost the fight.
Colin pulled her up, wrapped her in a tight hug. Macy shook a little against him, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. He pulled her back a bit, watching her. He wiped a slow finger through the tear streaks on her cheeks.
“That really fucking hurt, Colin.” He silenced her by setting his wet finger against her lips. He removed the finger and kissed her trembling lips. Then he pulled away, keeping hold of one hand.
“I didn’t bring you to Yellowstone just to switch you, Macy. Come, we’ll walk a bit. I want you to see Old Faithful. And perhaps we’ll find a nice hot spring to rid of us some of this sand.”
Macy muttered something about the unfairness of it all as they walked, but Colin ignored these accusations. They had plenty of time for a little sightseeing before his next adventure.
* * *
Colin pulled himself out of the hot spring, taking one of the towels provided by the HoloDeck. He helped Macy out and wrapped another towel around her. She held the towel close as she watched him dress. He put on casual wool slacks and a striped flannel shirt.
“And for me?” Macy asked curiously. Colin held out a pair of boots, lined with fleece. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Macy continued, “What goes with these?”
“Put them on, Macy” Colin said patiently, refusing to answer her questions.
She stomped into the boots and laced them up. A fashion statement they were not, which only meant they were functional. Colin took her by the hand and the forest dissolved.
Macy was pressed hard onto the forest floor, various hard objects poking her back. Colin lifted himself off her, pulling her up by her wrists. She wore only the ridiculously short terry-cloth shorts. Colin pulled her over to a fallen log.
“Hands right there on the log, brat. Bend over, keep your legs straight.” Colin watched, then corrected himself, “Spread your legs for me, love.”
Macy moaned as she followed his directions, feeling the shorts slip up to reveal the crease of her bottom and even part of her butt cheeks.
“Don’t even think about moving,” Colin ordered as he stomped away to select a few switches. He cut the green branches from three different trees. His pocket knife was unusually sharp, trimming the switches was easy. He returned to find Macy in the position he had left her.
“Good girl,” Colin tapped the first of the switches along the crease of her bottom, “Keep your position, little one. You put a hand or foot back here and I will smack it, you understand?”
“Yeah,” Macy said reluctantly, bracing herself. But nothing could have prepared her for the burning assault of the switch, biting into her sand scoured skin. Her cries startled small game, birds fluttering away from the scene.
When the first switch broke, Colin swapped it for the second without missing a beat. Macy’s screams went up a notch as he laid into her thighs. A hand whipped back to protect her thighs. Colin caught her wrist, wordlessly striking her palm three times before releasing her hand.
Sobs shook Macy’s body. Colin stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her to his hip. He dropped the switch and delivered several ringing blows to her bottom with his palm. The abrupt change of sensation made Macy writhe within his firm grasp.
He stepped back and retrieved his final switch. He laid into her again, this time occasionally striking her calves. She was fighting with herself not to move, to accept the burning punishment. He watched her carefully, stopping before she lost the fight.
Colin pulled her up, wrapped her in a tight hug. Macy shook a little against him, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. He pulled her back a bit, watching her. He wiped a slow finger through the tear streaks on her cheeks.
“That really fucking hurt, Colin.” He silenced her by setting his wet finger against her lips. He removed the finger and kissed her trembling lips. Then he pulled away, keeping hold of one hand.
“I didn’t bring you to Yellowstone just to switch you, Macy. Come, we’ll walk a bit. I want you to see Old Faithful. And perhaps we’ll find a nice hot spring to rid of us some of this sand.”
Macy muttered something about the unfairness of it all as they walked, but Colin ignored these accusations. They had plenty of time for a little sightseeing before his next adventure.
* * *
Colin pulled himself out of the hot spring, taking one of the towels provided by the HoloDeck. He helped Macy out and wrapped another towel around her. She held the towel close as she watched him dress. He put on casual wool slacks and a striped flannel shirt.
“And for me?” Macy asked curiously. Colin held out a pair of boots, lined with fleece. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Macy continued, “What goes with these?”
“Put them on, Macy” Colin said patiently, refusing to answer her questions.
She stomped into the boots and laced them up. A fashion statement they were not, which only meant they were functional. Colin took her by the hand and the forest dissolved.
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