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.