Claimed by the General

by Sara Fields

  “Please punish me, sir. Please use your belt to spank me to punish me, sir,” she compliantly answered, her voice soft and submissive.

  “I want you to climb up on the bed and put your hips over the pillows. Present yourself to me for your punishment.” He offered her a hand to steady her as she made her way onto the bed, situating her hips where he had directed her. Her bottom was raised, perfectly exposing her cheeks and sit spots for punishment. Nervous butterflies catapulted in her belly.

  His hand dragged across her back, stopping at her lower back. He pressed down and held her in place with his left hand, his right hand caressing the light flesh of her still un-spanked bottom. He kneaded it softly, and she arched into his touch.

  Quickly, he lifted his hand and brought it down, watching a pink handprint rise on one of her bottom cheeks. He quickly followed suit with the other, and began to spank her more quickly, more forcefully. Her pale bottom turned pink, and then a deeper red, as he spanked her thoroughly, increasing in intensity. Soft little gasps escaped her lips, but she did her best to take her punishment with dignity.

  His spanks were hard, and they hurt dreadfully. Each blow she felt deep into her very core, the pain stinging and radiating with every single one. She knew she deserved this, knew she deserved to be punished by her lord.

  It didn’t take long before the pain of the spanking got into her head, as silent tears began to trickle down her face. His spanks fell relentlessly as her whimpers began to grow louder, more desperate.

  He paused for a moment, and Ayala felt something cool on her backside. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing it must be her new paddle, about to be used for the first time to truly punish her. He rubbed it across her bottom, letting the coolness of the wood comfort her.

  “Now it’s time to truly begin your punishment, my bad girl. I’m going to paddle your naughty little bottom, then spank you with your hairbrush, and whip you with my belt. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” Ayala responded nervously. Her already burning bottom awaited further punishment. It took everything she had to arch toward him, showing him that she needed and accepted him, and her punishment.

  She felt the paddle leave her bottom, and it swiftly came down on her right cheek. She barely had time to process the awful sting from that first spank before it connected with her left cheek. Lord Eiotan quickly picked up the pace, spanking her in a flurry with the horrid little paddle.

  So very quickly, the sting became quite overwhelming, and Ayala began to cry in earnest. It hurt terribly, and she was so very sorry for causing so much trouble. When he focused on her sit spots with it, her cries became deeper, more panicked. He finally slowed, concentrating now on heavier spanks on each side of her bottom.

  Her breathing calmed, but the tears still flowed. She was a bad girl; she deserved this. She melted into the pillows, awaiting further chastisement. Lord Eiotan paused, and put the paddle down. He gently stroked her bottom and told her that he was proud that she was taking her punishment so well.

  “Now, naughty girl, it is time for you to be spanked with the very hairbrush you used on your pretty hair this morning. Arch your back, so that I may punish your well deserving sit spots with it,” Lord Eiotan calmly instructed.

  Ayala presented her bottom to her lord, arching so that her upper thighs could be punished. Once again, his hand pressed down on her lower back to keep her in place.

  The hairbrush was placed on the juncture of her upper thigh and bottom cheek, and with a quick snap, was brought down harshly. Before the full bite of the stroke could hit her, Lord Eiotan had spanked the other side. He began to thoroughly spank her all over her bottom and upper thighs, focusing boldly on her sit spots.

  “You will remember this spanking, young lady, for days to come. Every time you take a seat, you will feel it right here.” He redoubled his efforts on her sit spots while she sobbed and wailed into the pillows.

  The hairbrush was much heavier, and delivered a much harsher blow. He alternated between cheeks to her thighs, all while sobs tore through her body. She could never guess where it would hit her next.

  “Get up on your knees. I want your elbows on the bed.”

  Ayala quickly complied, not wanting to earn any further punishment. Lord Eiotan wrapped his left arm around her hips, holding her body against his.

  Eiotan lit into her bottom with the hairbrush anew, spanking her bottom all over. Pausing, he laid the brush on the stretched skin right at the top of her thighs. He spanked her there, hard, and repeated the treatment on the other side. He did this five more times, for a total of ten spanks directed at her sit spots. Gently letting her free, he guided her to lie back down on the pillows. He rubbed her bottom as her sobs calmed, knowing her submission was causing her much pain at the moment.

  When her breath calmed, he stood back up, picking up his belt. His left hand did not leave her bottom as he rubbed the hot, punished skin.

  “We just have the belt left, kitten. You take this like a good girl, and all will be forgiven. You will be my good girl again. Is that clear?”

  Ayala nodded, softly saying “Yes, sir” between sobs.

  “I’m going to strap you with my belt ten times. You are to count. You will say the number, and promise to be my good girl with every spank. Do you understand, Ayala?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said more clearly, whimpering softly. Her bottom felt punished like never before, ablaze with the pain of her lord’s spanks. She felt him lay the belt across her bottom, where it paused for a second.

  “Are you ready, Ayala?”

  “Yes, sir, please punish me with your belt,” she said, resigned to her fate. She lay calmly, knowing what Lord Eiotan expected of her.

  With the first strike of the belt, she yelped in surprise, a line of fire spreading across her bottom cheeks.

  “One! I promise to be your good girl, sir!” she quickly cried out after he cleared his throat, waiting for her.

  The second stroke fell as soon as she finished speaking. She quickly responded with her count and promise, and the third fell as soon as she had quieted.

  Her bottom burned, but the strap was unrelenting.

  “Three! I promise to be your good girl,” she managed to squeak out; the fourth lash struck her sit spots and she howled. His left hand pressed down on her lower back, preventing her from squirming.

  “Four, I promise to be your good girl,” she cried out and the fifth fell across her upper thighs. She began to cry again, and forced herself to count.

  “Five, I… I promise… to be your good girl.” She struggled as the sixth line of fire struck her bottom. She sobbed and counted obediently for the sixth, seventh, and eighth spanks. Her hands held onto the bedding in fists as she sobbed into the blankets.

  “Two more to go, sweetheart,” he said, releasing her lower back to softly rub her very well punished bottom. His hand slowly made its way back to her lower back, and the ninth fell. A wail escaped her throat as the strike fell directly on her punished sit spots, hard.

  “Nine, sir… I promise…” she sobbed. “I promise to be… your good girl.” The tenth and final belt stroke landed much harder than the rest in the same spot.

  “Ten, sir, I promise to be your good girl,” she wailed as Lord Eiotan threw down the belt and took her into his arms, cradling her head in his shoulders as sobs shook her.

  “I’m so sorry, sir,” she pleaded over and over.

  “I know, kitten. I know. You were a very good girl for your spanking. I forgive you. You are my good girl again. Shhhh… It’s all ok.” He rocked her until her sobs quieted, petting her hair and softly tracing his fingers across her back in comfort. As her cries finally slowed, he lifted her head and planted kisses all over her tear-stained cheeks.

  She finally giggled at the absurdity of it and he caught her face in both hands and kissed her deeply. She kissed him back hungrily, a sudden passion and desire overwhelming her. He pushed her back onto the bed, knocking the pillows she had just been pu
nished over off the bed. Her breath hissed as her sore bottom met the bed, reigniting the heat from her recent punishment and a deep, unsated need inside her.

  He kissed her with wild abandon, and she met his lust with full force. He grabbed her hands and wound a silken scarf around her wrists. He then quickly tied her arms to the bedpost. She tested the bonds, found her arms could not escape, and that she was thoroughly tied. She looked at his face in shock, and a mischievous grin took over his features. He came back down and kissed her lips, and began trailing kisses down across her neck, to her aching nipples, down her lower hips.

  She moaned when he kissed the top of her mound and she rolled her hips to him. Through half-open eyes, she looked upon Lord Eiotan as he gazed at her. He held her eyes as he lowered himself to kiss her there again.

  He parted her legs and when she complied, he lowered his head and licked her lips up and down as her legs quivered in response. Her desperate moans came faster and faster. He locked onto her little bud and suckled and licked. Her hips ground into him, her arms strained at her bonds, and her legs shook as the pleasure within her built, edging further and further toward the precipice. He circled her clit, and her world exploded, her climax deep and powerful.

  Waves of pleasure came one after the other, as Lord Eiotan continued to kiss her there. Before long, he took her up again, and her pleasure peaked. When he finally took his mouth away, she was still desperate with need.

  He tore off his shirt and stood, taking off his pants as well. Ayala stared at his manhood, erect and large, begging to have her.

  Lord Eiotan climbed back over her, his legs between hers. He kissed her again and Ayala responded.

  “I’m going to take you, kitten. This will hurt at first, but you mustn’t fight it. Then I will make you feel wonderful,” he said, meeting her eyes. She nodded, a little nervous about what was going to happen.

  She felt his member nudge between her legs, and then it paused at her entrance. He guided it in slowly, as Ayala struggled to take it. He was so big that she worried that she couldn’t take him.

  Lord Eiotan groaned as he entered her, feeling her tight wetness surround him. She whimpered as he made his way into her, finally reaching her virgin barrier. He kissed her and thrust hard. She cried out into his kiss as he sat fully sheathed within her depths. When she calmed, he slowly began moving and she began to match his movements, grinding to meet his thrusts.

  The hurt quickly dissipated before she felt the pleasure begin to rise again. She rose to meet his urgent thrusts, kissing him and crying out with need. Finally he shuddered as she plunged over the edge of her own orgasm. They both breathed hard as the pulsating effects of their passion burned through their bodies.

  Both of them spent, he took her into his arms and freed her from her bonds, and they fell fast asleep. It had been a tumultuous day already, and it was only lunchtime.

  Chapter Ten

  Ayala awoke in Eiotan’s arms. He was smiling at her, and she shyly smiled back. She remembered her punishment, as her bottom still throbbed, but then she remembered their sweet lovemaking afterwards and she leaned in to kiss him. He softly kissed her back and hugged her close to him. After a long moment of enjoying the warmth of each other, he looked softly into her eyes.

  “Well… it seems we slept through lunch.”

  Ayala giggled, her stomach growling in response. She was very hungry, but did not want to leave her lord’s warm embrace. She snuggled deeper into his arms.

  A loud knock sounded from down the hall, coming from the front door. Lord Eiotan disentangled himself from Ayala’s arms and climbed out of bed. She whined in protest at the sudden loss of warmth, and the fact that he pulled his pants back on.

  His smirk caused her to smile. “Don’t worry, little one, there’s more where that came from,” he said boldly.

  He quickly strolled out of the room to answer the door. Ayala heard voices, but could make out little. She closed her eyes and groaned, raising her arms above her head, stretching her slightly sore shoulders. As her back arched, she gasped as her bottom pressed into the mattress, awakening the welts from her punishment spanking. She rolled over and rubbed the aching globes, sighing with relief.

  She jumped when a foreign hand grabbed her bottom cheek and squeezed, and she quickly looked behind her, only to find Lord Eiotan grinning at his claim. She yelped as he grabbed the other.

  “Let me rub some cocoa butter into this punished bottom. It should make it feel much better,” he said softly, caressing her. He reached into a drawer, pulled out a small jar, and scooped out some of the creamy poultice. Ayala felt a deep cooling relief as he massaged the concoction into the skin of her bottom cheeks, and her hips rolled back to push against him. The cocoa butter felt delicious, but she loved his hands all over her even more.

  “It seems that you and I are requested by Cortés to entertain him once again. He sends his regards for a delightful time last night, even though I had been called away by my little naughty minx.”

  Ayala blushed at his tender admonishment.

  “Must we?” she said softly before a small grin appeared on her face. “You know…” she paused, “I was a very good girl before this Cortés came around,” she teased, falling back with an exasperated breath before collapsing into a fit of giggles, then pretending to pout.

  Lord Eiotan tried his best to look stern, but failed when he saw the adorable face she was making. He quickly tossed her onto her belly and landed a few stingy spanks onto her backside.

  “Owww, sir,” she cried out, more in shock than actual pain, although the sting was beginning to build very quickly on her freshly punished bottom. Lord Eiotan stopped, and traced his hand up her thigh to touch her between her legs. She was very wet and ready for him.

  “A good girl, you say…?” he questioned. “Seems to me like you are very, very naughty…”

  Ayala moaned as he began to circle around her bud with his fingers. Her hips began to roll into his touch, enjoying the pleasurable feelings surging through her. Her climax came quickly and powerful, the realization of her vulnerable position taking her over the edge. She clenched over his hands and rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided. She laid compliant and content, and smiled up at him.

  “Come. We must do our duty now.” He helped her out of bed and guided her, naked, to her room. He headed toward her closet and picked out a vivid red and pink dress.

  “Here, I want you to wear this today. Whenever I look at you in it, I’m going to think about how the color of your bottom matches it.”

  Ayala glared at him and took the dress from him, all the while distracted by the muscles rippling across his shirtless chest. She slowly lifted the dress over her head, and tugged it down over her waist. Across her chest lay a beautiful corseted pattern with pink silks that complemented the bright red of the skirt. Eiotan assisted in lacing up the corseted portion of the dress. The dress flattered her figure immensely, hugging her bust and hips. He turned her around and buttoned up the back, so that the dress fit her snugly.

  “You look beautiful,” he said with admiration. “Freshen up, my dear, as I go get dressed as well,” he then instructed, as he walked out of her bedroom, looking over his shoulder as though he didn’t want to leave her.

  Ayala washed her face and combed her hair. She sat down on the edge of her bed and waited for her lord, who came in to fetch her shortly thereafter. He offered her his arm, and she gladly took it.

  “Cortés has requested that we accompany him through the markets. He has also requested that we take him to see our famous ball game ullamaliztli this evening before dinner,” he said flatly. Ayala nodded; it didn’t seem like too high a request. At least he hadn’t demanded more time at the Pleasure House, she thought.

  They both walked quietly out of the house and onto the street, both lost in their own thoughts, before Ayala broke the silence.

  “I don’t trust him, sir,” she said softly.

  “I know, Ayala. I don’t either
, but we mustn’t discuss this now, in public. Let us talk tonight, as I want to know what you observed at last night’s dinner, as well as your thoughts. Until then, I want you to watch, be my obedient good girl, and do what we must for the sake of our city. Is that clear?”

  “Yes, sir,” she replied firmly, yet quietly.

  “Should I…” she paused, nervous to say the words.

  “Yes?”

  “Should I encourage him? To see what I can find out, sir,” she asked shyly, daring to meet his eyes, but only for a second.

  A flash of anger passed over his face, and was gone so quickly Ayala thought she’d imagined it. A look of resignation came over him.

  “Only a little,” he said reluctantly. “Just remember who owns you, thoroughly and completely,” he added, his eyes roaming up and down her body. She responded by throwing her body into his and kissing him deeply, her arms draping around his neck.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered breathlessly. “I am all yours.”

  Lord Eiotan smiled and took her hand in his again.

  “Good girl,” he said, smiling as he led her back to the palace.

  Lord Eiotan and Ayala reached the gates of the castle and were greeted by attendants. They were told that Cortés would be down to meet them in a short while. Instead, they were brought first to the king’s chambers.

  Moctezuma was sitting at a large desk, reading over some pieces of parchment. He looked up and smiled as they entered.

  “Lord Eiotan, it is a delight to see you,” he exclaimed. “Ayala,” he greeted, nodding his head in greeting.

  “Lord Eiotan. Tell me, how has your time been with Cortés? How do you feel about his loyalties to us?”

  “My king,” Lord Eiotan began. “Cortés has been a gracious guest, but I remain uneasy about the possibility of his army aligning with ours, rather than the Tlaxcala. He showcased an extreme interest in our armories and weapons yesterday, which makes me question him.”

  Moctezuma’s eyes narrowed in thought as he stroked his chin.