by Sara Fields
Silently, the two readied their horses and mounted. Dario returned and handed a sack to Eiotan.
“Stay safe, sir. You have always been a good and kind master. I will miss you if you do not return.”
Lord Eiotan opened the sack and gave Dario a handful of money.
“You are now free. The other servants are as well. Tell them to get to safety. I fear what will happen to the city now.”
Dario bowed, and the two of them urged the horses to move forward.
“I’ll miss you, Dario. You were a good friend,” Ayala said softly. Dario met her eyes and smiled.
“Take care of yourselves,” he said, waving as the horses edged forward.
Ayala had to admit that the cut fabric of her dress made it much easier to ride Esperanza. Lord Eiotan led them out of the barn slowly and they rode off into the direction of the woods. She nervously looked back in the direction of the soldiers, but didn’t see any following them. The army looked intent on their mission to enter the city. Ayala couldn’t stop the rapid beating of her heart in her chest. It felt so loud that she was surprised that anyone else couldn’t hear it. She kept looking back as the horses led them deep into the woods. They rode for a few hours, before slowing for a break. Ayala dug out a few pieces of dried fruit, and the two ate in silence before setting out again.
Finally, when nightfall came, they stopped, exhausted. It had been hours since they had seen a soul, so deep in the countryside they had ventured. Ayala was tired, but she still felt on edge. Lord Eiotan built a fire next to a few rocks they could easily sit on.
He held her hand, almost as if he could sense her disquiet. The fire flickered in his eyes as he tried to meet her gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly when he realized she was avoiding it.
“Ayala, would you fetch me the bag?” he asked quietly. She walked over to the horses and untied their bag of belongings and brought it to him. He dug through the bag and took out the wooden paddle, the strap, and her hairbrush. He placed them on a nearby rock.
“Choose one,” he said, his tone stern, seeming to sense that she needed him tonight.
“What?”
“Choose which one you would rather be spanked with. If you do not, all three will soon meet your backside.”
Her heart leapt in her throat, beating even louder than before. What had she done? Why was she suddenly getting a spanking? Seeing the implements laid out like that made her bottom tingle in anticipation of the spanks they were about to receive. She swallowed, a lump forming in her throat.
“But, sir, I haven’t done anything wrong!”
“Choose.”
“But they all hurt! Please, sir!”
“I will not tell you again. You know better to fight me. Now you must bring two implements to me, then you will lift your dress and put yourself over my knee.”
She had known better than to fight him. Guilt crashed down over her. She had displeased him. Slowly she trudged over to the rock and picked up her hairbrush and the strap. She made her way over to him and handed him the implements when he reached for them. She suddenly felt extremely vulnerable as he held her gaze, dominance oozing from his every pore.
“Sir?” she said softly.
“Yes, love?”
“May I kiss you before you spank me?”
“You have my permission,” he said, his voice dripping with control and authority.
Slowly, she curled into his lap and brought her lips to his. He kissed her hungrily, and she kissed him back. He broke the kiss and she pulled back, standing slowly. Reaching down, she bared her panty-clad bottom and draped her body over his knees. She jumped as his hands touched her hips and skimmed the waistband of her panties. With both hands, he slowly dragged them down till her entire bottom was exposed. He pushed them to about mid-thigh before he stopped.
He paused for a moment to admire the target that was over his knee. Two perfectly round globes met his gaze, pale in color, begging for his hands to spank them. She quivered, fully aware the two of them were out in the open, that anyone could walk up at any time and see her bottom on display about to get spanked. With her panties down already, she knew she was in for it.
She jumped again when he laid a hand on her bottom, his other reaching around and gripping her waist. She knew that her spanking would begin at any moment. Nervous butterflies circled in her stomach, and her bottom muscles tightened. He removed his hand and she tensed, only to feel his fingers drag across her thigh.
“Relax your bottom, love. Submit to me.”
“Yes, sir,” she responded quietly, and struggled to comply. When she finally did, Lord Eiotan began to spank her. He started off slow, and she jumped at the sound, the clap of skin against skin ringing in her ears. After a few softer spanks that merely warmed her skin, he started spanking her in earnest.
She cried out at the sudden sting of his spanks. Pain spread across her bottom cheeks as he quickly reddened them with his hand. She wriggled her hips to try to escape, but he held her to his lap like iron. Each smack met its mark and she felt herself slowly calming even as the pain felt deeper and deeper.
She was safe. She wasn’t in control and she didn’t need to be. Lord Eiotan was her one and only, the one who was going to protect her and keep her safe, and make sure everything was alright. These feelings of security whirled through her and she felt herself relax. She no longer kicked and fought, and felt her submission course through her veins.
Lord Eiotan picked up the hairbrush and began to spank her with it. The sudden change in the sting made her jump, but she no longer fought him. She cried out at the hurt it caused as he focused on her sit spots, making sure she had something to remember the next day.
He readjusted her forward so that he had better access to those lovely sit spots. He paused for a moment, and she knew he was admiring the now very red and very well punished bottom over his lap. While skimming the brush over her flesh, he told her he would give her ten more.
She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, and she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Ayala then very sweetly arched her bottom for him, wanting to please him even though it would cause her pain.
He focused the last ten on her sit spots, and she felt soft sobs break through her. She had finally and completely let go under his hand.
“Come, Ayala, I want you to lie over the saddle to receive your strapping.” They had put the saddles aside over a large log after tying up the horses. He helped her to stand and led her to them. While he assisted her, she lay over it, and he then readjusted her dress so that her little red bottom was bare to him. Squatting down behind her, he kissed each cheek.
She moaned in response and arched into him. His fingers dragged between her legs, and he smiled at the wetness he found there. She whimpered as he circled her bud, and cried out when he took his fingers away.
“You will get ten with the strap, my naughty little one,” he said, his voice betraying the smile on his face.
He brought down the strap, catching the curve of her bottom and her upper thighs. She cried out and breathlessly counted the first one.
“One, sir.”
Crack!
“Two, sir,” she moaned.
Three more harsh lashes quickly rained down on her backside.
“Five, sir,” she cried, more tears rolling down her face.
The strap landed against the center of her bottom, leaving a line of fire.
“Six, sir,” she sobbed.
The last four came in quick succession, each catching the sensitive area at the top of both of her thighs. It took her a moment to calm herself before she could finish the count.
“Ten, sir.”
Lord Eiotan roughly grabbed her off the saddle and brought his lips to hers hungrily, famished for her touch. She kissed him back, her lips still salty from her tears, her very well punished bottom throbbing hotly. Whimpering as his fingers gripped her freshly spanked flesh, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her cries quickly turned into moans
as he continued kissing her. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Still kissing her, he walked over to their prepared bedding and lay her down on it. His legs were between hers as he finally broke the kiss and gazed down at her.
His eyes soft, a smile edging at his lips, he told her he loved her.
She smiled up at him.
“I love you too. I love everything you do, even if you spank me all the time,” she said mischievously.
“Only when you need it, you naughty little minx,” he growled, trailing kisses down her exposed collarbones. She purred in response and rolled her hips against his, barely suppressing the giggle that threatened to escape her lips.
Slowly and sweetly, they made love that night and fell asleep in each other’s arms, safe and sound away from the war occurring miles away.
Epilogue
One year later
Ayala gazed out over the white sands of the beach, watching the surf roll in. She thought about the past year she had spent together with Lord Eiotan. The two of them had escaped far away, making a small home for themselves on the coast of the Pacific Ocean. They had traveled far in order to escape the reach of Cortés.
Tenochtitlan fell after the Spanish laid siege to the city after only a few months. They had cut off all water and food, and blocked aqueducts and all roads into the city. Famine took hold of the city, as well as smallpox. The Aztecs were worn down, receiving no fresh food, water, supplies, or additional troops, and dying of sickness. After the Spanish advanced into the city, the Aztec forces were decimated. The city surrendered on August 13, 1521.
Eiotan had kept his Aztec lordship a secret. They had built a small house out of logs and farmed the land together. Ayala found herself over his knee constantly, but despite the fact that some of them were punishments, and other times were just fun, she loved him for it.
She let her hand fall to her stomach, where she was finally beginning to show. The wind whipped about and her hair swirled around her. She felt his presence come up behind her and she smiled as he took her into his arms. His hands rested on her swelling tummy and he kissed the back of her head.
They were going to raise a child together, and Ayala couldn’t be happier. He turned her around and brought his lips to hers, allowing his hands to grip her bottom.
She moaned, his fingers reigniting the ache from the punishment he had given her a short time ago, before they had gone to bed the night before.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he growled. “Come, I want to spank you. My palm wants to meet your delicious little backside again.”
“Yes, sir,” she giggled as she let him drag her back into the house. Yes. They were going to be happy for a very long time, and she was going to be a very well spanked young wife.
The End
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
