by Sara Fields
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded meekly, but a smile slowly edged its way across her lips.
When he finally let go, she scampered off to her room and got dressed in a simple dark green gown that brought out the color in her eyes. There were long slits up the side of each leg, which were perfect for riding. She brushed the crazy tangles out of her hair till it shone, and rinsed her face. Finding a vial of perfume, she dabbed some onto her neck. She found a little bit of makeup as well and reddened her lips. Glancing in the looking glass, Ayala smiled, her darkened lips making her green eyes pop.
When she was finally ready, she left her room and sniffed the air. Lord Eiotan must have made them a late breakfast. She smiled and joined him in the kitchen.
Ayala sat down at the table and he served her some eggs and fruit. He brought bread to the table with some fresh butter. Looking at the food, her stomach growled angrily. She giggled, and Eiotan smirked, confirming the fact that he had heard it. Decisively, she dug into her plate and enjoyed as flavors spread across her tongue. Everything was cooked perfectly. She ate her whole plate, and a few pieces of the freshly baked buttered bread.
“Sir?”
“Yes, Ayala?” he responded.
“Do you think we’re safe here?” she asked timidly.
Eiotan stood and made his way over to her. He knelt before her and took her hands in his. He looked up at her, reassurance boldly apparent in his gaze.
“I will keep you safe. I don’t think he would try anything outside his camp, his domain. I believe we are safe in the city, but I must enforce a new rule. I want you to constantly be by my side. If not, you will be with someone I trust. You will never be alone. You must promise this to me. I need to know you are safe at all times. Please, do not make me punish you over this. I need you to know how very serious this is. I thought terrible things in that camp, and I never want to feel that again.”
She was silent for a moment, glancing at her hands, then up to his eyes. She felt more loved than ever, and quietly responded to his plea.
“I will abide by your rule, sir, without any fight. I promise to you, I will never force you to punish me over this.”
“Good girl,” he said, bringing her into his arms. Ayala vowed to herself to always make him proud in this rule, to never disappoint him. It made her immensely proud to please him. She would do her very best to please him in all things. She pulled back and met his eyes.
“I don’t want you to punish me. I want to make you happy, sir,” she said softly, taking his hands into hers. “Please, let me prove that to you.”
“I am going to keep a guard on you at all times. If you comply, and follow my rule with grace, I will reward you.”
“My only reward will be making you happy, sir.”
Eiotan looked upon his woman, watching her natural submissiveness seeping from her every pore. He held her gaze and smiled, and then a dark look passed over his face.
“Kneel,” he ordered. She quickly complied. He released his hardness and presented it to her. She crawled forward a bit and took him into her mouth, bringing her hands up to support his cock. Next, she twirled her tongue around the head of his shaft and he groaned. Putting her mouth around his cock, she began to move her head up and down.
Boldly, she circled her hands around his member and ran her tongue up and down him, tasting the saltiness of his arousal. She grew more confident in her ability as he grabbed her hair and pushed into her mouth. Ayala gripped his shaft, working her hands up and down as she worked the top. He began to tremble as she sucked on his hardness, and she worked harder to please him.
She circled her tongue and took him deeper in her throat, and he pulled her hair roughly. She felt him shake at her touch, and suddenly he stilled. His member released his essence onto her tongue and she did her best to swallow it.
Quickly she cleaned him with her tongue, lapping his shaft up and down. Finally, she helped him tuck it away. He then ordered her to stand, warmth shining through his voice.
“You really are a find, Ayala. Such a good girl, and most important, my girl.”
Ayala smiled and blushed.
“Come, let us tidy up and visit with our horses. I’m sure Esperanza has missed you.” Eiotan helped her to stand, and they cleaned up the dishes together and headed out to the barn. Ayala raced ahead of him, excited to see the horses and spend the day with her love. Being with him made her feel safe, even though they had to be careful in the event that Cortés might come back for them and the horses.
Chapter Fifteen
No one came looking for Ayala and Eiotan that day. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but Cortés and his men were oddly quiet. Winter came and went, and springtime came upon the city. The city seemed to be lulled into a sense of security, even with Cortés and his men still camped outside the city. It became normal to see soldiers wandering through the city, armed to the teeth. Sometimes they would help themselves to things without paying, and sometimes altercations took place. Usually, the soldiers won out. Over the course of time, the citizens of Tenochtitlan stopped fighting against these soldiers because too many fights ended up bloody or with death.
The soldiers were becoming increasingly dangerous. They took what they wanted, when they wanted. Ayala and Eiotan spent much of their time within the safety of his home, and interacted with the Spanish as little as possible. They knew exactly how treacherous the situation was, and did not want to end up within the clutches of the Spanish again.
Eiotan had informed the king of what had happened within the confines of the Spanish camp, and the two of them had spent very little time in Cortés’ company ever since. The king had been outraged, but could do little other than keep the two of them away from Cortés.
After a peace talk with the Spanish, Moctezuma had been convinced to enter their camp, and he’d been staying there ever since. He had told the people that the gods had instructed him to do so, and that he did so entirely of his own will. Many of the townsfolk were still suspicious, and just barely tolerated the Spanish presence.
One night, all lords were expected to attend a dinner at the palace. Cortés had allowed his eyes to roam all over Ayala’s body, and had made no attempt to hide it. Ayala had stayed by Eiotan’s side as much as possible, but not as much as she should have. She had wandered off a few times to refill her wine goblet, and to chat with a few other nobles she had met at previous dinners. Before they had left for the night, Eiotan had whispered in her ear, telling her to prepare herself to be punished for her disobedience.
As soon as they had arrived home, he shut the door, told her to get completely naked, and fetch his favorite paddle. Ayala had begged and pleaded, promising good behavior, but he stood firm and waited silently. She finally relented and went to get the paddle, her stomach dropping heavily as she handed the wretched implement to him. Next, she untied her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Picking it up, she laid it on the kitchen table and then took off her underthings. She watched as he pulled a chair aside and sat down. Her heart began to hammer in her chest.
“Come over here, Ayala.”
Time seemed to slow as she sluggishly dragged her feet toward him. Too soon though, she reached him and was pulled quickly over his knees. He laid a hand on her backside and she jumped at the contact.
“It’s been a while since I’ve put you here, isn’t that right, Ayala?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she quietly squeaked, terrified of what was about to happen.
“While you haven’t been especially naughty, you didn’t stay by my side at all times, as I instructed you before we left for dinner. Now, I’m going to remind you why it’s so important to listen to what I tell you to do.”
His hand began to spank her, hard. She cried out very quickly, startled by how hard he was spanking her from the start. Each swat stung deep into her bottom, and it didn’t take long before she was whimpering at her punishment.
Lord Eiotan turned her
bottom cheeks a lovely red before he picked up the wooden paddle. He paused and laid the cool wood against her very warm and red right cheek.
“Please, I’m sorry, sir!” she pleaded.
He didn’t answer and immediately began to paddle her. When she squealed and kicked at the stingy punishment, he paused and resituated her over his lap, then put one leg over the back of her knees and gripped her waist securely. She wailed as she realized the vulnerability of her current situation. She couldn’t move out of his grasp and her sit spots were bare and extremely vulnerable.
Almost immediately, the paddle began spanking her again, going after her sensitive sit spots and the tops of her thighs. She felt tears begin to form in her eyes.
She was naked and being spanked by her completely clothed lover. She hadn’t listened to him as well as she should have, and now her bottom was being paddled because of it. As each spank hit her deep to the core, she thought about how much she deserved this.
Her tears began to fall as her spanking continued, the paddle relentless, leaving no spot un-spanked.
“You’re going to get ten more,” he said softly. “To make sure you learned your lesson.”
Those last ten strokes came fast and hard, much harder than any he had delivered to her backside during her spanking. Her cries became louder until she was spent and submissive. She didn’t fight them anymore, but accepted the rest of the spanking.
Lord Eiotan put the paddle aside and began to run his hand over her punished flesh. Her cries quieted quickly, and she knew it was over. Ayala thought about being over his lap for a spanking, knowing this last one was not as hard as others, but stern nonetheless. She was reminded that Lord Eiotan was her master, and could spank her whenever he wished. Her body grew very warm as she thought about her current situation.
His hands roamed over her skin, soothing her spanked thighs and bottom cheeks. He removed his legs from binding hers, and lifted her hips so she was lying over both his knees. Eiotan continued running his hands over her, and began to knead the sore and punished skin. Ayala moaned and her legs drifted apart a little. Her cries had quieted considerably.
He was silent for a moment.
“Open your legs farther, young lady.”
She quickly complied.
He placed his hand on her thigh and began to slide his fingers in between her legs. Her nakedness left her open to his inspection. He sighed as his fingers glided to touch her lips, and discovered how wet she actually was. His fingers explored her wetness until he found her little bud. He stilled and left his fingers there.
“Tell me, Ayala, about what I just found.”
She gasped as his fingers moved slightly, circling once around her bud.
“Sir!” she cried out, shocked.
He removed her fingers and spanked her hard on each cheek in response.
“Tell me, or it will be the belt next time. Do you like being naked over my knee? Do you like being spanked?”
She gulped and stammered to answer.
“Yes… yes, sir. I like being spanked by you. It hurts, but it makes my body react like that. I think about my bare red bottom over your knees a lot, and I like to secretly look at the redness in the mirror sometimes. I like that you spank me when you think I need it.”
He began to move his fingers again, and she abruptly stopped talking, releasing a groan at the wonderful feelings that rocked through her hips. She felt so submissive to the intrusion, welcoming his fingers between her legs.
“Open your legs farther,” he ordered again, and she quickly obeyed. He fingers continued to work her and a great desire began to develop deep in her belly. Pleasure coursed through her, and she moaned as she felt him take her higher.
Suddenly his fingers left her skin, and she whined at the sudden absence of touch.
“Get up, Ayala. Go to my room and wait for me. I want you to lie on the bed, on your back with your legs completely spread. If your hands touch yourself there, I will spank you with my belt, is that clear? And then I will send you straight to your own bed for the night.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, her need causing her voice to shake. He helped her to stand and pointed to the hall. She complied, feeling her wetness pool between her legs as she shakily walked into his room. Ayala opened the door and climbed up into his bed. She lay down and opened her legs wide, fully aware of the view Eiotan would have when he walked into the door. She pulled in her breath, feeling the residual sting of her spanking, and her throbbing legs. It seemed like forever until he walked in, a piece of fabric in his hand. He met her gaze, and deliberately raked his eyes up and down her body so that she knew just how much he could see. He walked over to her and lifted her head, tying the black fabric around her eyes.
With her sight cut off, all her other senses suddenly peaked. She strained to hear where he was. She jumped when he touched her thigh.
“Did you behave? Did you touch yourself?” he said sternly.
“No, sir, I didn’t touch myself,” she said, her voice and her thighs beginning to quiver. She felt the bed move, and suddenly, something hot and wet was sliding against her very wet nether lips. Slowly relaxing, she felt his arms move under and around her legs, and she knew his face was inches from her desperate place of need. Feeling his kiss, she groaned in response to the quick touch, a blush quickly coming over her face. He could see absolutely everything. His hot breath blew over her sensitive skin.
“So you like being spanked, is that right, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she groaned softly, her hips beginning to move of their own accord. He tongue rose to meet her lips and she cried out in response.
“Should I give you more spankings, little one?”
“Yes, sir, please give me spankings,” she groaned, her need building. His lips and tongue latched onto her nether lips and she moaned into him. His tongue worked her into a frenzy, pleasure racing up and down her legs. Her hands gripped his head, fingering through his hair, as her moans grew more urgent.
He pulled away a second before she broke, and she whined in response, her body shaking and quivering from the unreleased pleasure.
“You will only orgasm when I give you permission, is that clear?”
“Please, sir, please. Let me…” she whined.
“Who is your master, little one?”
“You are, sir… you are…” she said pathetically.
“Then you must obey me, unless you want another punishment.”
She jumped a little at his threat, unable to cover up her visceral reaction to him. His threat had almost caused her to fall over the edge.
He licked her outside lips, causing her legs to quiver and shake as she moaned. He brought her to the edge several more times, her whimpers continually getting more and more desperate.
“Please, please, sir. Please. I don’t know how much more I can handle without earning another spanking…”
He responded by bringing her to the edge one more time and backing off quickly, as she struggled to not disappoint him.
Her breathing rattled as her submission became very clear. She wanted to please him so much. She accepted that he controlled her completely. Ayala waited and did her best to not beg anymore.
“You may let go now. I give you permission,” he said, before beginning to lick her again. This time, he licked her relentlessly, circling that little bud until she began to come, moaning and screaming out her pleasure. He continued licking her, bringing her up and over the edge again quickly. Her moans became desperate as he continued taking her up and down, a rollercoaster of ecstasy.
Finally, after her voice began to get hoarse, he released her. She felt the bed move and could tell he was kneeling in between her legs. Still blindfolded, she felt him place his member at her entrance, and then he slammed into her.
Ayala moaned and met his hips with hers, rolling to meet his thrusts. She felt so full and began to feel an orgasm build once again. His fingers found her little bud and pressed and circled. It wasn’t
long before her orgasm broke between his ministrations and hard thrusts. He grabbed her legs and pumped into her, his thrusts getting harder as his own orgasm came over him. His arms shook and a soft groan escaped his lips.
He lay down beside her and took her into his arms. They both quickly fell asleep and slept deeply into the night.
Chapter Sixteen
The two woke up in each other’s arms. Ayala blinked the sleep from her eyes and blushed shyly at Lord Eiotan, remembering the events from the night before. She remembered how he had spanked her, and how he had seen how much it had excited her.
Slowly, she raised her eyes to meet his, only to see a small smirk growing at the edge of his lips. She giggled and playfully smacked his shoulder. Embarrassment clouded her vision, but she felt warm and loved. He knew her in ways that no one ever had, and she was growing to love it in ways she couldn’t have imagined. His eyes smiled knowingly and she whined and hid her face in his shoulder.
They cuddled for a little while longer before Eiotan insisted they get out of bed and eat something after her stomach had grumbled loudly enough for them both to hear it. She walked into the kitchen naked and prepared a small platter of fruits and dried meats for them to nibble on. She laid plates and silverware on the table, along with the food. He had thrown on a pair of pants and joined her shortly thereafter. They sat down and ate quietly. Ayala sat on her chair a little gingerly, and Lord Eiotan smiled as he realized she was still feeling the aftereffects of her punishment.
“Oh! I almost forgot! Today is the yearly festival of Toxcatl, our omnipotent power. It’s probably too late to get a seat in the Patio of the Gods, but we should be able to watch some of it from the balcony of the nearby palace. Finish quickly and get dressed. We have to get moving!” Lord Eiotan exclaimed.
Ayala nodded, knowing the importance of this ceremony. It was their duty to honor the gods during the dry season, so that rain might fall on their thirsty crops and fill the riverbeds. She finished her plate and went off to her room to get ready. She dressed quickly and met Eiotan at the door. They left and made their way into the center of the city, neither saying much.
