Splitting wood

Song went to the woodshed, a poorly-built lean-to nestled up to the barn. Trees had been hewn into twelve inch logs which needed to be split for cooking. The heat hadn't faded from the summer yet and firewood wasn't needed to fight off the coming twilight chill.

Without being told, she knew she would need two logs split up for today. Splitting up 3 would make her job easier tomorrow, something that she had done since day one of being owned by Thane for the past two years. Using the stored up wood, it would probably take a month to burn through everything that song had already splits and corded.

She knew she had to do something in order to make noise, or her owner would grow suspicious and she would be punished. While the thought renewed the tingle in her loins, The sting of this morning's spanking was still fresh on her backside. Song was not anxious to get another so early in the morning, or anything worse that Thane might do to add to the collection of scars on her back.

She grabbed the well-polished axe handle from inside the woodshed and took a pre cut log to the cutting stump. Her fingers slid along the smooth wood into the knob of the pommel at the end of the haft. Without realizing it, Song bit her lip. Her mimd started to drift as her body began working. As she swing the axe, the hand-polished Hickory sliding through her hand and feeling firm in her grip, her thoughts drifted back to the unfinished business from only a few moments ago.

The solid thud of the axe smashing into the log made her tits jiggle and her erect nipples slid most deliciously on the inside of the scratchy poncho. The second hit made her moan as the shock of the blow travelef through her body. With the wood quartered, she said one of the smaller pieces up on the stump to cut it in half again. The third blow made her need rise. The forth made her hooded clit tingle.

By the time the sixth and final swing of the axe came, Song's mind was delirious with need and she could feel her juices flowing down her thighs along with the rest of her owner's seed. She stacked the wood and went to put the axe back in the shed. Today her lust was stronger than she ever remembered it being and without a second thought she leaned against the stack wood and lifted the front of her poncho giving herself full access to her ravenous sex and aching nipples.

Song stifled every moan that she wanted to make. She was biting her lip hard enough she could taste a a rush of copper and iron. The pain hit her a second later and only intensified the pleasure. She was edging close, closer than she came with Thane, and she could feel the swelling release building inside of her, wanting to surrender to its blissful enveloping crash.

She knew exactly how to hit her buttons, but today she needed more. In desperation her eyes darted around the woodshed settling on the sweat polished haft of the axe. She considered for a moment exactly how the pommel knob wood stretch her tender pink nest, and how it would feel against the sensitive patch of skin a finger depth inside of her. She wondered if it would be different then Thane's cock, or any of the men she slept with before she was sold and the dozens since becoming a ****.

Thane would be full of rage if he caught her fucking the axe, but her need was driving her mad. The knowledge that you would be punished drove that need even higher.

At least with the axe, she could surrender to the crushing wave of orgasm that she so desperately needed. If she begged Thane to fuck her, Song knew she would be driven right to the cusp of cumming, but failed to fall over the edge and serving only to be her owners sperm receptacle.