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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
HD - A short story
If you haven't read the other HoloDeck stories...you should! That said, the HoloDeck series explores 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 a single scene Macy/Colin story. It is unabashedly sexual. If that sort of thing bothers you, skip this one.
Macy was naked but for the silk and leather color around her neck. Colin had grown so fond of these slave scenes, Macy thought irritably, that he would do well to buy her a collar to wear outside the HoloDeck. Macy forced her attention to her surroundings.
She stood in a lushly appointed bed chamber. Rich tapestries covered the walls, depicting scenes of fantastic sexual adventures. Plush carpeting covered the floor. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the room, surrounded by heavy velvet drapes and made up with silk sheets. Two chairs flanked a small table set under an enormous window.
Macy fingered the collar. A pleasure slave, then, but a pampered slave. Macy sat on one of the chairs, sinking into the rich upholstery. An open journal sat on the table. Macy checked the date out of habit and flipped through the journal. Her handwriting filled the pages with graphic details of her lord’s visits.
She squirmed in her chair, her pussy uncomfortably wet. But it was impossible to set the journal aside. She slid her fingers down to play with her clit as she read.
“This is what my little one gets up to while I’m away?” Colin appeared silently beside her. He wore only a robe, his hair wet from bathing.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy leapt to her feet.
“No apologies, little one.” He kissed her, hard. One arm pulled her tight to him, his other hand slipping between them. His fingers thrust hard into her wet pussy, fucking her.
She whimpered when he pulled away, but he pushed her hard against the wall, a hand behind her head. He brushed his robe aside and thrust roughly into her.
“Is that what you wanted, little one?” he growled out as he pumped in and out of her.
“Yes, my lord. Please. Take me.” Her hips thrust against him, her back arched, her body pressed against his. She came hard and fast, her muscles clenching painfully around him.
“Now that was very naughty, little one!” Colin pulled himself away slightly, glaring at her, “The other, well, I’ll not begrudge you for how you entertain yourself when I’m away.” A hand stroked her cheek, “But this?”
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy took great gulping breaths, startled by the strength of her orgasm. She nestled her forehead into the hollow of his shoulder, “Are you going to punish me?”
“Yes, little one. Lean over the bed for me. Legs spread, that’s right. Stretch your hands out to the other side of the bed. Good girl, arch your back and present your naughty bottom for me. Nice.”
A heavy leather strap thudded across her bottom. Macy arched into it, giving her bottom up to him for correction. The thudding pain was somehow remote after her orgasm, sending pleasant vibrations into her pussy. Macy held her position easily, only straining to present herself more fully, to open her body to his correction.
“I don’t think this is getting through to you,” Colin tossed the heavy strap to the floor and took up a cane instead. The sharp pain shattered through Macy, bringing a cry to her lips. Her body strained, but she held her position. Colin struck rapidly and hard, hardly giving her a chance to recover between strokes. White lines appeared on her skin, then red welts.
He laid the welts on evenly, close spaced parallel lines from the fullest part of her bottom to mid-thigh. Her whimpers teased Colin’s ears and he smiled his satisfaction. He took a deep breath, rubbing the welts for a moment, letting her think he might be nearly finished.
But he drew back the cane and carelessly struck across the welts. He laid on crisscrossing stripes, seemingly willy-nilly but actually quite balanced. Her screamed echoed in the room.
He tossed the cane aside and thrust roughly into her, “Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
“Yes! Please, my lord. Please…”
“Quiet,” he ordered, fucking her hard. His hips pounded into her tender bottom. She kept her legs spread for him, her body his for the taking. He reached beneath her, taking her breasts in his hands as he rocked into her. She moaned and worked her hips against him, pushing hard, taking him deeper inside her.
He felt the muscles across her stomach clench, her breathing change. He withdrew abruptly, “Did I give you permission, little one?”
“No. My lord, no, please. I want…”
“I know what you want, little bit. Be a good girl now.” He set his erection against her bottom hole, wet from her juices. He pulled her bottom open, his hands squeezing the welts, digging into the pained flesh. She moaned, wordlessly reaching back to hold herself open for him, offering herself.
He moved his hands to her hipbones, slowly pushing into her. He gave a little sigh when he settled deep into her. Then he began a slow thrusting, in and out, fucking her bottom. His fingers reached around to her slit, teasing her. His hips pressed against the welts.
“Now, you may come,” he panted, his fingers teasing her clit. She ground against his hand, creating the sensation she needed. When she clenched up, gasping, he let her go. Her bottom spasmed around him, brining him to orgasm as well.
“Such a good girl!” Colin rolled off her regretfully. “Looks like I need another bath, will you join me?”
Giggling, Macy pushed herself off the bed and strolled into the bathroom, her hips rolling seductively at him.
Macy was naked but for the silk and leather color around her neck. Colin had grown so fond of these slave scenes, Macy thought irritably, that he would do well to buy her a collar to wear outside the HoloDeck. Macy forced her attention to her surroundings.
She stood in a lushly appointed bed chamber. Rich tapestries covered the walls, depicting scenes of fantastic sexual adventures. Plush carpeting covered the floor. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the room, surrounded by heavy velvet drapes and made up with silk sheets. Two chairs flanked a small table set under an enormous window.
Macy fingered the collar. A pleasure slave, then, but a pampered slave. Macy sat on one of the chairs, sinking into the rich upholstery. An open journal sat on the table. Macy checked the date out of habit and flipped through the journal. Her handwriting filled the pages with graphic details of her lord’s visits.
She squirmed in her chair, her pussy uncomfortably wet. But it was impossible to set the journal aside. She slid her fingers down to play with her clit as she read.
“This is what my little one gets up to while I’m away?” Colin appeared silently beside her. He wore only a robe, his hair wet from bathing.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy leapt to her feet.
“No apologies, little one.” He kissed her, hard. One arm pulled her tight to him, his other hand slipping between them. His fingers thrust hard into her wet pussy, fucking her.
She whimpered when he pulled away, but he pushed her hard against the wall, a hand behind her head. He brushed his robe aside and thrust roughly into her.
“Is that what you wanted, little one?” he growled out as he pumped in and out of her.
“Yes, my lord. Please. Take me.” Her hips thrust against him, her back arched, her body pressed against his. She came hard and fast, her muscles clenching painfully around him.
“Now that was very naughty, little one!” Colin pulled himself away slightly, glaring at her, “The other, well, I’ll not begrudge you for how you entertain yourself when I’m away.” A hand stroked her cheek, “But this?”
“I’m sorry, my lord.” Macy took great gulping breaths, startled by the strength of her orgasm. She nestled her forehead into the hollow of his shoulder, “Are you going to punish me?”
“Yes, little one. Lean over the bed for me. Legs spread, that’s right. Stretch your hands out to the other side of the bed. Good girl, arch your back and present your naughty bottom for me. Nice.”
A heavy leather strap thudded across her bottom. Macy arched into it, giving her bottom up to him for correction. The thudding pain was somehow remote after her orgasm, sending pleasant vibrations into her pussy. Macy held her position easily, only straining to present herself more fully, to open her body to his correction.
“I don’t think this is getting through to you,” Colin tossed the heavy strap to the floor and took up a cane instead. The sharp pain shattered through Macy, bringing a cry to her lips. Her body strained, but she held her position. Colin struck rapidly and hard, hardly giving her a chance to recover between strokes. White lines appeared on her skin, then red welts.
He laid the welts on evenly, close spaced parallel lines from the fullest part of her bottom to mid-thigh. Her whimpers teased Colin’s ears and he smiled his satisfaction. He took a deep breath, rubbing the welts for a moment, letting her think he might be nearly finished.
But he drew back the cane and carelessly struck across the welts. He laid on crisscrossing stripes, seemingly willy-nilly but actually quite balanced. Her screamed echoed in the room.
He tossed the cane aside and thrust roughly into her, “Have you learned your lesson, little one?”
“Yes! Please, my lord. Please…”
“Quiet,” he ordered, fucking her hard. His hips pounded into her tender bottom. She kept her legs spread for him, her body his for the taking. He reached beneath her, taking her breasts in his hands as he rocked into her. She moaned and worked her hips against him, pushing hard, taking him deeper inside her.
He felt the muscles across her stomach clench, her breathing change. He withdrew abruptly, “Did I give you permission, little one?”
“No. My lord, no, please. I want…”
“I know what you want, little bit. Be a good girl now.” He set his erection against her bottom hole, wet from her juices. He pulled her bottom open, his hands squeezing the welts, digging into the pained flesh. She moaned, wordlessly reaching back to hold herself open for him, offering herself.
He moved his hands to her hipbones, slowly pushing into her. He gave a little sigh when he settled deep into her. Then he began a slow thrusting, in and out, fucking her bottom. His fingers reached around to her slit, teasing her. His hips pressed against the welts.
“Now, you may come,” he panted, his fingers teasing her clit. She ground against his hand, creating the sensation she needed. When she clenched up, gasping, he let her go. Her bottom spasmed around him, brining him to orgasm as well.
“Such a good girl!” Colin rolled off her regretfully. “Looks like I need another bath, will you join me?”
Giggling, Macy pushed herself off the bed and strolled into the bathroom, her hips rolling seductively at him.
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