by Sara Fields
Ayala looked up at him, sadness filling her at his disappointment and what she had done. She knew her actions had been dangerous. She had allowed her anger at her servitude to overtake her, clouding her discretion and allowing herself to ignore his wishes.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, the full gravity of her actions finally coming to her. She was in serious danger, something that could have probably been avoided had she just listened to Lord Eiotan. Guilt washed over her. There was little to do now but accept her punishment. She stood up. For a moment she hesitated, but she slowly lowered herself over his knee. His strong hands gripped her waist.
“Do you understand why I must do this?” Lord Eiotan said softly, his grip offering her a sense of safety.
“Yes, sir. I do. Please, I am so sorry. I should have listened to you. If you hadn’t found me, I don’t know what would have happened.” Ayala felt the hem of her dress raise, chilly air ruffling against her panty-clad backside. A tiny quiver ran through her.
When the first slap fell onto her left cheek, Ayala yelped. She squeezed her eyes shut, determined she would take this well, since she knew she deserved it. The second spank fell in the same spot. She gritted her teeth. After that, Lord Eiotan began to spank Ayala in earnest. Each one came harder and faster, much more punishing than last night’s warning. His hand seemed harder, carrying an emanating heavy sting with each spank.
Ayala hollered as the spanking grew in intensity. Pitiful cries began to emerge unwittingly from her throat. This really hurt. The only thing she could concentrate on was the spanking, how much it hurt and how embarrassing it was that she had to be taught a lesson by being given a spanking over Lord Eiotan’s knee.
Each spank lit a new fire into her backside. He spanked her upper and lower cheeks, not even leaving her upper thighs untouched. Ayala was whimpering when the spanking paused.
She used the respite to catch her breath. She had taken her spanking thus far fairly well. Maybe he would offer her forgiveness.
She felt his fingers trace the heat emanating from her bottom, up to the waist of her panties. When she felt his fingers curl around them, panic raced through her. She reached back, trying to catch them. “Please don’t,” she cried out.
He quickly pulled her panties down, his other arm grabbing her reaching arm. Ayala struggled, terribly afraid, embarrassed and ashamed.
He couldn’t mean to punish her further. “Please, that’s enough, sir. I have been punished enough already!”
He renewed spanking her with a new vigor. The sting was stronger on her bare bottom.
“You, young lady, do not decide when your spanking is over. I do. You are a very naughty girl who needs to be punished for misbehaving. Tonight, I will teach you exactly who is in charge.”
He spanked her even harder. Ayala felt helpless as tears began to form in her eyes. She shut her eyes, telling herself that she wouldn’t cry. Her bottom was on fire, already thoroughly punished.
Lord Eiotan paused once again. She felt him move and reach for something. She quietly caught her breath, hoping her punishment was over. He repositioned her over his one knee and locked his other leg over the back of her knees. A feeling of dread passed over her.
Something cool rested on her right cheek. She couldn’t place it, but it felt good.
“Now your punishment will really begin, Ayala. Do you remember the pretty hairbrush I bought for you?”
Ayala’s eyes opened wide with shock. Her body struggled to break free, but Lord Eiotan held her in place. He was so strong.
When the first hairbrush swat fell, Ayala wasn’t ready for the powerful sting. It was much worse than his hand, and much heavier. Another spank fell on her opposite cheek. It felt like too much, a thousand needles pricking her skin.
The hairbrush began to fall much faster, too fast for Ayala to count. The pain began to overwhelm her. Tears prickled at her eyes as she struggled to maintain her composure. Lord Eiotan then began to focus on her sit spots and upper thighs.
They were so tender; it hurt so much. She was so sorry she had disappointed him. Ayala felt her breath catch as the spanking continued and knew she deserved it. She deserved to be bare bottomed, being disciplined over his knee.
The tears blossomed forth and Ayala began to cry. She felt guilty, so very guilty. Knowing she had put herself in real danger, she knew she needed this punishment from Lord Eiotan.
Tears raced down her face as she cried harder.
“I’m so sorry, sir. Please, I’m so sorry,” she managed to whimper. She felt his hand begin to spank her again; he had put down the brush.
His hand drove the lesson home, painfully renewing the powerful burning sting the brush had left behind. Sharp spanks focused on her sit spots.
He angled her body to him, pushed her bottom higher for his discipline, and held her close as he delivered several sound spanks to her lower cheeks. She cried harder, going limp over his lap. She had no more fight in her.
The spanks stopped, but Ayala was crying too hard to move or even realize the spanking was over. Lord Eiotan’s hands rubbed her bottom softly, his other hand releasing her arm and rubbing her lower back comfortingly.
When her cries softened, he lifted her to his lap, hugging her to him. She laid her head on his shoulder and clung to him, whispering, “I’m so sorry,” over and over.
When her tears had stopped, she lifted her head a little. His fingers lifted her chin so she was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes were warm.
“That’s my good girl,” he whispered, wiping away her tears.
Ayala gazed at his full lips. Without thinking, she brought hers to his, and kissed him. He hungrily kissed her back. He gripped her waist, pulling her even closer to him.
The sting in her bottom seemed far away as she felt his fingers unlacing the front of her dress. She quickly finished it for him, standing to allow her dress to fall to the floor. His eyes gazed over her lovingly. He reached for her and she came to him, bringing her lips back to his.
Warmth spread through her as she brought her arms around his neck. His arms circled around her waist, his body clinging to hers. She kissed him in earnest, her fully naked, him fully clothed. His hands moved to cup her punished bottom, squeezing her to him. She whimpered as his fingers brought to life the ache of her recent punishment.
Visions of her recent spanking played through her head, of her panties being pulled down revealing her tender backside, of him holding her down and his hand spanking her, of him cuddling her after he had punished her. Her core began to throb with terrible need, her nipples peaking in response.
Lord Eiotan picked her up and put her down on the bed, facing him. His kisses trailed down her neck, causing her to writhe in pleasure. His hands brushed across her belly toward her hips. His fingers reached down into her cleft, finding her wet with need.
His lips grazed across her collarbone, kissing along it, until he took her aching nipple into his mouth. Ayala gasped in response. She moaned and laced her arms around him, feeling her body respond with vigor she’d never known before.
“My naughty girl took her punishment like a good girl. I’m very proud of her,” he whispered in her ear. Ayala nearly purred in response. A tremendous sense of pride swelled in her bosom. She wanted to please him. She wanted him to be happy with her.
His lips slowly trailed down her neck to her stomach to even lower. He kissed the top of her swollen mound and she shuddered in response. Lord Eiotan pushed her legs apart and held them still. He flicked his tongue across her lips and Ayala moaned.
A fire quickly built deep in her belly as Lord Eiotan took her with his mouth. His tongue grazed her all over, focusing on a single spot that make her shake and tremble. He sucked on her little pearl and she quivered, quickly finding herself spinning out of control. Her fingers and toes were on fire, but in an amazing way.
His hands let go of her legs and moved to clutch her bottom, a hand on each side. A shiver ran down her spine as he grazed her skin. When he
squeezed her freshly spanked bottom, pain radiated through her and the world shattered. She couldn’t think as pleasure drummed through her in waves as he sucked harder. Moans escaped her as her head stayed in the clouds.
When the pleasure finally subsided, she opened her eyes slowly, numb all over. She found Lord Eiotan watching her. A blush came over her cheeks as she slowly came back to earth, realizing that his mouth had explored all her charms as no one had ever done before. She pulled her knees into her chest and watched him, unsure of what to expect next. He simply smiled and rose from the bed.
He offered her a hand, helping her up and steadying her very clearly weak legs. She shyly crossed her arms over her tummy and turned to face him, becoming very aware of just how naked she was.
“You’re a wonder, Ayala. It’s a shame I only found you now.” He led her to the mirror and turned her so she could see her still very red and punished bottom.
“Before I put you to bed, I want to remind you not to misbehave again because I will never hesitate to punish my bad little girl. I want you to remember what your bottom looks like, and I want you to remember every time you sit down tomorrow how you need to behave. Is that clear?”
Ayala paused, not knowing what to say. Lord Eiotan quickly grabbed her waist, bent her over, and landed two very hard spanks on her sit spots.
“Yes, sir!” she cried out. “Yes, sir, I will behave like a good girl! I promise!”
Lord Eiotan finally stopped spanking her and gently lifted her up.
“Good girl. Now let me put you to bed.” He smiled, laughing a little. “I have no doubt you will be sleeping on your tummy tonight.” He led her back to the bed and assisted her in climbing underneath the covers. His hands found their way back to her backside and gently rubbed.
“Lord Eiotan?” she whispered softly, questioning.
“Yes, Ayala?”
“I’m very sorry I disobeyed you and disappointed you. Thank you for giving me a spanking to help me learn, sir.”
Lord Eiotan was silent for a moment, looking into her eyes.
“You were a good girl in accepting your punishment. Thank you for understanding why you needed it. Now sleep, little one. We have some long days ahead.” He pulled up the covers, tucking her in and blowing out the nearby candle.
“Good night,” he whispered, but Ayala was already fast asleep.
Chapter Six
Ayala woke up as the sun was rising, feeling refreshed and oddly content. As memories flashed of the night before, she remembered her spanking and what her lord had done to her afterward. She still blushed as she thought about his mouth on her cleft and the pleasure it had brought forth, and felt herself dampen in response. Touching her neck, she then let her hand wander down to her mound and finger the wetness that pooled between her legs. This was completely foreign to her. No man had ever touched her before. She was still pure.
Even when the Aztecs conquered her village, the slavers had been harsh, but were very strict about keeping her purity, as well as that of some of the other virgin women. She did not understand why completely at first, at least not until she arrived in the big city. There were whispers among the servants of those sold to brothels for high prices, of virgins being sold to nobles, and of virgins even being sacrificed to the gods. The Aztecs valued purity, and would pay for it at very high costs. She had been sold for a good price, she knew, but had never been forced into anything such as a brothel or into sacrificial preparation. She’d worked the fields, and now she was Lord Eiotan’s personal servant.
She shuddered at the thought of him and slowly sat up. A sharp hiss escaped her lips when she put weight on her bottom, remembering the lessons from the night before. Climbing out of bed, Ayala quickly looked at her bottom in the mirror. It was still pink.
Quickly she put on her underthings, and walked into the small closet with the dresses that Lord Eiotan had prepared for her. There was a variety of colors from vivid blues to beautiful violets, as well as many shades of green. She picked a dark blue, the color of the deep sea, and pulled it over her head. It hugged her hips and breasts, showcasing her many curves. It was simple and understated, but noble in its design. She padded back through her room, found her shoes, and slipped them on. She picked up her hairbrush, trying not to think about how it felt when used on her bottom, and brushed her long dark hair till it shone. Once she was ready, she made her way to the quiet kitchen.
Ayala began to put together breakfast. She found some tortillas, eggs, and cheese and began to cook breakfast for her master. Vowing to please him, she poured water from a jug into glasses and set them on the table. When breakfast was finally ready, she put the plates together and set them on the table. She set knives and forks gently down as well and sat down at the table.
She happened to glance up from the table to the hallway, and gasped. Lord Eiotan stood, leaning against the wall, watching her. He smiled in response to her, and made his way toward the table. He sat down next to her.
“Thank you, Ayala, for preparing this lovely meal,” he said before digging right in. She smiled.
“It was no trouble at all,” she responded and started eating her meal as well. After they both finished, Ayala washed the dishes, dried and put them away. Lord Eiotan looked pleased with her, which made her happy and proud to be serving him.
After she was finished, she sat back down at the table with him and looked toward him expectantly. What would today bring?
“Today, Cortés will be meeting with our king for much of the day, most likely going over our native politics here, financials, and the state of our armies. Later, we are to entertain him and give him a more official tour of the city, including our sacred temples, open markets, and the armories and army stations, as well as anything else he wishes to see. Tomorrow, he will most likely provide a list of demands in order for him not to attack us and cause open war.
“Now is a very delicate time, as you saw the size of his army. He is going to want a lot, and I have a feeling you are going to be one of those demands.”
Lord Eiotan paused, running his hand over his face, nerves and exasperation emanating from his entire being.
“I can’t allow that to happen. You must be present because he will ask for you, but you must be obedient, yet still be my eyes and ears. I want you to keep with me, but in my shadow. I will keep you safe, this I promise you.
“I will not let Cortés take you,” he shouted, fist slamming onto the table. Ayala jumped in response, rising to her feet and rushing to him. She fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I trust you, sir,” she whispered, hoping to calm him. She felt his hands fall to her head, caressing her. His hands pooled in her hair at the nape of her neck. He grasped her hair with both hands and pulled backward, bringing her face to meet his. A thrill raced down her spine, and her eyes very nearly rolled into the back of her head. A soft moan escaped her lips unbidden.
“Moctezuma was right. I am lucky to have you,” he said softly with a small smile, releasing her hair and pulling her up into his lap, hugging her close.
He looked at her face. A soft blush crept over her cheeks and he held her gaze as she watched him in wonder.
“Come, let us go to the bathhouses together. We can share one of the private chambers,” he said. “And I wonder, is that bottom is still a pretty pink from your spanking last night?”
“Sir!” Ayala gasped, blushing at the thought. “If it is, the handmaidens are going to think I’m naughty all the time!”
Lord Eiotan just smirked at her, a knowing look in his eyes. Ayala narrowed her eyes. He must be up to something, she thought. Ayala was hesitant as he helped her off his lap and grasped her hand. Leading her out of the house, they walked together to the bathhouses. Ayala still admired the walk, taking in the sights and the beautiful buildings they passed on the way. As they approached the bathhouse, he squeezed her hand and looked back at her. She smiled in response.
When they walked through the ornate ca
rved wood doors of the bathhouse, the women who bathed Ayala the last time they visited greeted them.
“Good morning, sir, ma’am. What can we do for you today?”
“My wife and I would like a private bathroom. We need bath salts, soaps, and oils, as well as towels to dry with. One of the hot steam rooms would be delightful.”
“Of course, sir, follow me,” the woman said, brushing brown hair out of her face. She led them down a hallway and opened a door, soft steam billowing out.
Ayala gasped at the elaborate room before her. There was a sunken pool in the floors, tiled with gorgeous colors such as blues and white and yellows. There were cloth chairs beside the pool to lounge in, which looked exquisite. She had never seen such luxury before and couldn’t believe she was about to enjoy it.
“Once the supplies are brought,” Lord Eiotan began, “we are not to be disturbed. I will pay for the bath when we are finished.”
The woman blushed, glancing at Ayala’s bottom, clearly remembering the state in which Ayala had entered the bathhouses before, and nodded.
“Yes, sir. This room is all yours.” Another woman entered with bath salts, soaps, oils, and towels and set them down within easy reach of the couple. Both women bowed their heads and exited the room, closing the door behind them.
As the door clicked, a smile came over Lord Eiotan’s face. Something in his eyes awoke. Ayala narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a questioning look. What was he up to? He approached her and turned her away from him, unlacing her dress. Slowly he dragged the dress up and over her head, leaving her in her underthings.
Lord Eiotan traced his fingers softly on her skin, igniting little trails of flame across her flesh. He unlaced her chemise, revealing her in just her panties. Kneeling down, he kissed the small of her back. Ayala rose up on her toes in response, shivering at his touch. Lord Eiotan grasped the waistband of her panties and slowly dragged them down, all the while trailing kisses down her, from her bottom to her thighs to the backs of her knees.
