This is a continuation of Learning her fetish, discovering his weakness. You might want to read that one first, won't take long.
I had to sleep on my stomach that night after meeting Brad in the cave. I blushed a little in the night, feeling my cheeks burn, though not as bad as my other cheeks did. Where did that fetish come from? I never once thought of a guy spanking me. When Brad smacked my ass the first time, a nasty heat woke in me, a quivering I never felt, but loved went through me.
My ass still stung the next morning. My vagina felt a bit sticky, my dreams that night certainly involved Brad. I had dreams before of guys I was attracted to before, but I never woke knowing I had a orgasm in my sleep. I guess I had a wet dream, as most guys put it.
There was an ache in my body though. I wanted him, again and again. I wanted him to spank me, my bruised cheeks so wanted that.
I spent all of my next day in a little office off the kitchen. I had to work standing up, (blushing).
My cheeks are much better today, no sting at all. I still had that ache, burning in me, wanting Brad to redden my cheeks again, and so much more.
After checking the cave, (our cave, now) I looked for him on the farm. My ache became more intense as I looked, not finding him. I went to the loft of the barn, my special place when I was young.
Like I was there yesterday, the same cool shadows welcomed me. The smell of rich earth and hay made me feel content. My ache stayed though, that burning, wanting my ass to burn, wanting to shed my clothes, to feel him touch me, kiss me, be inside me.
I found him! Off to the north, turning watermelon rinds. He has no shirt on, golden tan skin,I can see, or it could be my want. Sweat, like dew on a field, sparkling like tiny diamonds on his skin.
Barely aware, I'm backing away from the open doors. My eyes focus on him, everything else blurs as I zoom in on Brad. I step out of my shoes, my bare feet feel the cool floor under my toes. I back till I bump into a beam.
I thought I popped a few buttons, turns out I popped them all. I had to be naked, my ache was a wild fire in my body. My hands squeezed my breasts like he did, pinching, twisting my nipples. My shorts pooled around my feet. I didn't blush, my panties, soaked slid down my legs, wetting my thighs.
My body melted to the floor, the beam allowing me to sit up, keeping Brad in my line of sight. He moved as a mirage, too perfect to be true. I was gasping with a demon hunger, my fingers sliding in oil, sticky as honey.
I closed my eyes, feeding the ache, filling it with my body's release. I came, fingering my pussy with two fingers, tasting myself after. I came again, rubbing my soft lips, noticing how swollen they've become. I came as I ground on my fingers, slapping my own ass. My body bucked with each weak slap, wanting him to do it. I came over and over, my ache never dulling. I came, twisting like my body was being transformed into something new. I tasted, licking my fingers clean, chills at my taste. "I hope I can have a taste." Brad was sitting across from me, his pants down to his ankles, his cock, a beam in his underware, my ass burned.