by Sara Fields
“Please, my lord, please,” she begged.
He pressed harder and she felt herself break apart. Wave after wave of pleasure wracked through her body, until finally they lessened and she lay limp over his knees. He rubbed her lower back in small circles as she felt herself come back to Earth. He picked her up into his arms and laid her on his bed.
Ayala smiled up at him as he gazed down at her, his eyes warm. She felt very happy. Not long ago, she had been a lowly slave in the fields, and now, she was in the arms of her lord.
“Lord Eiotan?” she asked quietly, waiting nervously.
“Yes, my love?”
“Do you still think of me as just a servant?”
“No, Ayala. You are my beloved, wife in name to all. You may have been a servant to me once, but now you are my wife.”
“So I no longer have to wash your dishes, sir,” she giggled helplessly.
Lord Eiotan laughed and began to tickle her.
“I expect my wife to do her wifely duties, or else I shall put her over my knee and spank her lovely bottom until she complies!” Ayala laughed, until he planted a kiss upon her lips. He kissed her hungrily.
Ayala rolled on top of him. She kissed him back and dug her hands into his shoulders. His fingers ensnared her around the waist and she moved a hand between her legs, positioning him so that he may enter her. Gently, she lowered herself onto him, and allowed a look of bliss to fall over her features.
She began to roll her hips and moaned at the sensation. He gripped her hips and increased her speed. She cried out at the feelings of pleasure begging to be released.
Lord Eiotan pressed a finger between her legs, and once again found her little bud of pleasure. He ran his thumb over it and circled it. A soft groan escaped his lips at her sounds and features as she enjoyed him.
Ayala stiffened and arched her back, finally finding release. Pleasure radiated through her as she collapsed forward. Lord Eiotan held her close to him, having found his as well. He helped her off of him, and pulled her toward the length of his body. Eiotan wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.
“I love you,” she whispered, her voice fading into sleep.
“I love you too, Ayala,” he whispered back, but she had already fallen fast asleep.
When the sun rose, Ayala opened her eyes reluctantly. One hand came up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She felt Eiotan stir softly behind her. She smiled. He hadn’t sent her away to her own room, and had cuddled close to her all night. She huddled in closer to him, not wanting to leave his warm embrace.
Lord Eiotan pushed himself up, and Ayala whined in protest while trying to burrow back into his warmth.
“Come, Ayala, though I’d much rather lie with your beautiful naked self all day,” he said as his eyes lingered over her. “We have a busy day ahead. We are to be escorted to Cortés’ camp and he will teach us how to ride horses. That was part of the bet he won yesterday.”
“Part of it?” she murmured. “What’s the other part?”
Lord Eiotan climbed out of bed and didn’t meet her eyes.
“He wishes to see me punish you. He threatened to do it himself if I didn’t take the bet. I was betting against the whole thing, and I lost.”
Ayala stared at him, her mouth wide.
“But, but, sir. I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“I know. I didn’t tell you yesterday because I did not wish to scare you.”
He turned to her and sat beside her, taking her hands in between his.
“You will need to submit to me, this once. You will be safe in my hands. He is not allowed to touch the strap, nor is he allowed to touch you. Know that, even though I may strap you today, I will reward you immensely on our return home.”
“I don’t want a spanking!” she argued.
“Ayala, don’t make me spank you now too.”
She quieted, a hand fluttering back to protect her still naked backside.
“I need you to do this. I have a feeling Cortés is getting out of our hands, and the city is in a dangerous spot. He could attack at any moment, and we must do whatever it takes to appease him. You and I must show him how a man and wife get along here. He has asked to see this. You must be a good girl, and submit to what I am going to do to you. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.” Ayala replied, anger beginning to dissipate at the threat of two spankings today.
“You will listen to me, regardless of what I ask today. We are going to be in the Spanish camp, amongst enemies. If you are a good girl, I will reward you upon our return. You may ask for whatever you wish. Please, do not make me punish you instead. I much prefer making you happy, rather than making you cry.”
Ayala crawled back into his arms and nodded her head.
“Yes, sir, I will do my best to behave,” she said softly.
“Come, let us prepare for the day,” he said. “Let us enjoy it.”
“You’re not the one getting a spanking,” she muttered, quieting immediately as he gave her a stern look. She took his offered hand hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t spank her for what she had said.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep track of those outbursts. You will remember them as my strap falls across that bare bottom of yours.”
Ayala gasped, but felt her body betray her, growing warm at his threats. Her knees felt weak, and it almost seemed like her body wanted the spanking, but her head was saying it didn’t. She tried her best to hide it and swallowed away her visceral reaction.
She nodded in reply to Eiotan, to which he gave her a quizzical look. He was not accustomed to her not voicing her opinion. She made her way quickly to her bedroom and readied herself for the day, picking out a lovely scarlet gown to wear. She brushed her hair and washed her face, and rinsed her mouth. When she was ready, she joined Lord Eiotan in the kitchen. He had prepared a small breakfast of oats and fruit. When they had both finished eating, Ayala cleared the dishes, giggling at the thought of last night’s conversations about washing them, and how happy it had made her.
She smiled and glanced back at Eiotan, then dried her hands on a cloth beside the washing bowl. He offered his hand and led her out of the house and in the general direction of the Spanish camp.
She remembered how he had held her all night, and taken care of her since the start. Her heart thudded at the thought of him, and her breath caught in her throat when he looked back at her. She loved him very, very much. No matter what happened today, she would trust him and remember his love.
Ayala took a deep breath and let it out as they reached the edge of the city and began to make their way into the enemy camp. She had to be ready for anything. A spanking from the hands of her lord was not the worst that could happen to her here.
Chapter Twelve
Cortés was waiting for them, not far into the Spanish camp. He had a malignant grin on his face, his beard making him look all the more sinister. Ayala slowed her steps, which Lord Eiotan noticed. He looked back at her, encouraging her along by tugging at her hand a little. She relaxed slightly and smiled in order to cover up her fumble, and then continued on her way as if nothing had happened.
“Lord Cortés,” she began, “it’s a pleasure to see you on this fine day, and in your territory no less.”
“It is a beautiful day, Ayala, and I must say, you look beautiful as well,” he said, his eyes appraising her. She smiled stiffly.
“So, we’re going to learn to ride horses today, are we?” Eiotan said softly, interrupting the palpable tension.
“That we are, Lord Eiotan. Come, I have chosen some of our tamest horses. Follow me.”
Cortés led the way, deeper into the camp. Ayala allowed her eyes to wander as she walked. She watched as soldiers sat around campfires, sharpening their swords, clad in their steel battle armor. As she walked by, they all stared her down, gazing hungrily at her body. She hurried to keep up with Eiotan and Cortés and noticed men were following them, guarding them. Ayala was beginning to get a very bad feel
ing about the events about to unfold.
She saw horses in the distance; some were grazing in a makeshift fenced field, and others were tied to posts within the camp. It seemed like they were very deep within the Spanish encampment. She shifted her eyes to look around her, and once again noticed the same guards that had been following them, standing at the edge of one of the fields.
Cortés walked up to one of the horses and patted her shoulder. There were three horses put aside, tied to posts. Ayala had never been near one before. Her people did not use them, and she didn’t know anything about them. There were two larger horses and one smaller one.
She approached the smaller horse slowly, admiring the collage of brown and white that mottled her fur and rippled as the horse stepped toward her. Ayala held out a hand to her, allowing the horse to rub her nose against her fingers. Carefully, she reached for the horse and stroked her long head. The horse snorted happily in response and proceeded to nuzzle her shoulder.
“She’s beautiful,” Ayala whispered, in awe of the large animal in front of her. She felt Cortés walk up behind her.
“Her name is Esperanza. In your language, this word means hope.” He paused for a moment before beginning again. “She is a gift for you. I wanted to give you a little something, for being a friend to me here.” Cortés waited, and she turned to face him.
“I couldn’t. She’s too much.”
“Consider it the beginning of a long relationship,” he said, danger edging into his tone. Ayala averted her eyes quickly and turned back to her horse. She ran a hand down Esperanza’s back and took a deep breath. She sensed something strange in his voice, like he had something planned.
“Thank you, Lord Cortés, for such a gracious gift,” she replied softly, forcing her starting panic away and smiling.
Lord Cortés returned to his horse, and showed Lord Eiotan to his. Other soldiers came up and began to put leather seats on the horses, which Cortés called a saddle. Ayala helped the men with her horse, making sure she knew how to put the harness and saddle on by herself. She watched as Cortés mounted his horse, and she followed suit. Ayala hiked up her skirts a bit, happy she had chosen one with a long slit up both sides of her legs. Glancing in Cortés’ direction, she noticed his hungry gaze looking upon the skin of her legs. She caught his eyes, and he looked away.
Lord Eiotan also mounted his horse, and other soldiers came and untied the horses from the post. Cortés showed them how to tell the horses to walk forward and how to direct them. He led them out, into the fields at the edge of their camp.
Ayala felt the raw power underneath her as she sat atop Esperanza. With one hand she held the reins, and with the other stroked Esperanza’s neck. Her horse was beautiful and elegant. The hours passed quickly as Cortés taught them how to trot, and then how to canter. Ayala was a natural and picked up on everything very quickly. Eiotan learned rapidly as well with his own stallion, who had a very calm demeanor. His horse was a large dark brown male, with a single streak of white on his head. He patted the horse’s neck when they finally paused to give the horses water in a nearby stream. Ayala dismounted and leaned against Esperanza.
She groaned as she felt the muscles in her legs, her inner thighs sore from squeezing the sides of her horse. She gave Esperanza a carrot, a little tidbit the soldiers had given her after showing her how to saddle her horse.
Eiotan dismounted as well, and Ayala giggled as he walked, a little more bowlegged than usual. They had come upon a small river, in the middle of the rolling hills. She led Esperanza to the water, and let her drink her fill. She then tied her to a tree and let her graze. Both Cortés and Eiotan did the same. She saw a look exchange between the two men, and she felt nerves begin to brew within her belly. Eiotan sat down on a large rock and sighed heavily.
“Ayala,” Eiotan began, his voice stern. Ayala felt her heart drop; she knew what was coming.
“Yes, sir?” she nervously replied, barely able to say the words.
“Cortés has requested to see how I take my wife in hand, so that he may learn for when he takes a wife.”
He waited, his eyes meeting hers. He stood and unclasped his belt, pulling it slowly from its loops, and put it aside on top of the rocks. Ayala gulped nervously. He was going to spank her with his belt.
“Take off your dress. Do not fight me,” he warned. Ayala’s eyes grew big, glancing back and forth between Eiotan and Cortés.
“But, sir. Please,” she begged, very scared of what was to come. She stood still for a moment, suddenly angry at the injustice being done to her. Ayala had told her lord that she would behave and submit, but she no longer cared. She glanced toward him, Cortés, and off to Esperanza.
“I will not let you spank me! I have done nothing wrong,” she yelled.
Ayala turned quickly and ran toward her horse, throwing herself up in the saddle. She went to kick the side of her horse in order to get her to run, but paused when she realized Lord Eiotan was holding her reins.
“Please…” she begged.
“Get off the horse,” Eiotan commanded, his voice dangerously stern. His eyes met hers, narrowing in threat. She slid off her horse and stood in front of her lord, trembling. His hand whipped behind her head and grabbed her hair. He pulled her back to the rock where he had been waiting before, his belt still next to it. When he finally stopped, he quickly turned her around and unlaced the back of her dress. He undressed her silently, pulling her dress up and over her head. Her chemise was next, and then came her panties. He tugged them down her legs and commanded her to step out of them.
Shame came over her as she stood naked before him. The fact that he and Cortés were fully clothed made it worse. He sat down on the rock and pulled her between his legs. She stared at her feet as tears began to well up in her eyes.
She didn’t know what had come over her. She had told him she would submit, but then she had become angry and disobeyed. Now he was really angry with her and she was probably in for quite the punishment. She kept her eyes on the ground as she wrung her hands.
“Look at me,” Lord Eiotan ordered. She complied quickly, not wanting to anger him further.
“Please, I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lips quivering.
“This is the second time you have run from me. Now you forced my hand, and I have to really punish you.”
Ayala began to cry.
“You know better than to disobey me, than to run from me. Isn’t that right, Ayala?”
“Yes, sir,” she cried, replying softly.
“You know you deserve to be punished, right?”
She nodded, knowing she did. Her hands moved to her backside, rubbing the skin that would soon be stinging and red from her inevitable spanking. Why had she fought? Why had she disobeyed him? Now she was going to get a real punishment, and Cortés would get to see the whole thing. Her eyes glanced in his direction as he sat off to the side. He was watching her, his eyes hungrily taking in her naked flesh. He watched as she rubbed her bottom, and she quickly looked away.
“Get over my knee, Ayala, now,” Eiotan ordered. “Don’t make me put you there, or else it will be even worse.”
Ayala awkwardly lowered herself over his lap, and gasped when Eiotan readjusted her over one leg. He clamped down her legs by putting his other leg over the back of her calves. She cried out in misery, realizing how much trouble she was in.
She jumped when she felt Eiotan place a hand on her bare skin.
“Tell me why I have to punish you, Ayala,” he said softly.
“I disobeyed you, sir, and I ran away from you, again.”
“You ran from me before, when we visited the Pleasure House too, right, Ayala?”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry! Please don’t punish me! Please, sir!” she said miserably, begging.
“You’re about to be very sorry, young lady,” he said, and began to spank her. She cried out in shock at the first few spanks as they burned into her lily-white skin, quickly transforming it into a blushing pink. Eiotan
had begun spanking her hard, each stroke burning deep. He spanked her right cheek and then her left, alternating. He made quick work of her bottom, and began to focus on her sit spots and upper thighs.
As he spanked her there, she began to cry and sob. Her hand tried to block the swats, and he grabbed it, pinning it to her lower back.
He continued spanking her as she cried over his knees. He snaked an arm around her hip and lifted her a little higher, so her could get at her sit spots better. As he focused on spanking that sensitive skin, she wailed. Real tears began to escape from her eyes, and the burning pain from the spanking really began to get to her. Not only was she getting punished, another person was watching. Shame at her punishment and that she was getting spanked naked washed through her. She felt the wall of her fight come down and felt herself submit. Relaxing her body, she even arched her back so that he could have better access to her bottom.
Ayala felt the sting from each spank, and knew deep in her heart that she deserved each and every one. She wanted to be punished, but most of all, she wanted her lord to forgive her, and in order for him to do that, she had to endure punishment by his hand.
Lord Eiotan laid into her upper thighs ten more times before stopping. Her sobs caused her to tremble, but her body relaxed, fully submitting to her lord.
He helped her to stand, then he laid a blanket over the rock, as well as a rolled-up blanket in the center of it. He guided her onto it, bottom up, hips over the rolled blanket. Ayala felt incredibly bare, her bottom propped impossibly high. She saw Eiotan pick up the belt, and she cried out as he laid it across her bottom.
“I’m going to give you fifteen with the belt.”
The first spank with the belt took her breath away. The rest came in quick succession, and Ayala was soon sobbing again. Eiotan focused from the tops of her thighs, to her sit spots, to her bottom. The last three hit her sit spots in a row, progressively harder. Eiotan ordered her to arch her back for the last stroke, allowing the belt to cup the bottom of her cheeks and catch the sensitive skin there.
