The golf course

Crawling in front of her sister, Samantha was guided to go left by Tiffany, towards the golf course. That seemed the furthest place from the hotel but at this point Samantha had stopped trying to figure things out herself and just hope Tiffany would save her from more embarrassment.

“Looks like this course is going to have 20 holes, sis.”

Samantha realized she was talking about her “holes”, her wet and open pussy and her pink puckered asshole, both completely on display to her sister walking behind her holding her leash. Why was Tiffany being so flippant with comments that could really hurt she wondered? Did she think just because she called them pretty she could discuss them openly?

Scanning her surroundings she still hadn’t seen anyone and there were trees now on both side of the path.. however, she could see the course coming up. Who knew how many might be there and how they would dodge being spotted.

The path went downhill slightly and a small puddle of muddy water was at the bottom before the path went back uphill. Samantha paused not wanting to get anymore dirty than she already was. If she had the ability to walk on her feet she would be able to simply step over it with a long step but that was currently impossible.

“Hurry up! Unless you want to be stuck like this as long as possible!”

Samantha looked nervously at the puddle. She didn’t want to be naked at all let alone as long as possible. She went to Tiffany’s leg and tried to make a hopping motion up towards her. She hoped that would make it clear to Tiffany what she wanted. It was humiliating but she wanted her sister to carry her if only over the puddle.

“Samantha we’re not turning around. Unless this is your new plan to get guys’ attention we need to move. I know your tits are minuscule but this might be a bit overboard if that’s what you want.”

Tiffany was pretty much asking if she she would strip and act like a dog to get male attention. She kept bringing up her tits her largest insecurity. She didn’t want to be seen like this even by her sister. Why was she acting this way? She wondered. She knew she wasn’t like that at all.

Samantha next made the motion of carrying with her two hands, careful to not get up too far and get shocked.

Tiffany was playing dumb “move it or do I need to leave you here?”

Panicking Samantha turned towards the puddle. She wasn’t sure what to do. Suddenly she heard a smack and her right ass cheek started to sting. Had Tiffany had just spanked her?

“Just go!”

Samantha had never felt so degraded on a day that just kept getting worse. Her sister had just spanked her bare ass in public while holding her leash, as she walked naked and collared, stuck on all fours, with no voice and completely at her sister’s mercy. Samantha was starting to get the feeling that something was even more wrong than it seemed like...Tiffany was enjoying this. Before she could have another thought her sister spanked her left cheek and it stung.

Turning around, trying to look apologetic to get her sister’s sympathy and help, she tried to show a lifting motion.

“Oh you want me to carry you?”

Samantha nodded eaglery.

“You’re too heavy and it’s way too far!”

She then held her thumb and pointer finger almost together signaling a short distance and pointed towards the puddle.

“Alright, fine.”

Tiffany reached down and grabbed Samantha by her left breast with her stiffened nipple pressing into her hand. Samantha tried not to appear unappreciative even though her sister was essentially groping her. Next she grabbed her under stomach but did so by reaching between her legs. Her sister’s arm was pressed against her crotch and her ass crack. Samantha bit her lip not to moan.

The lifting motion **** the arm further into her crotch and she knew her juices must be all over her sister’s clothes. She could even feel her sleeve against her anus as it pressed further in.

She was now in the air over the puddle.