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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.
When she was naked, he turned her around to face him. He slowly removed his shirt, revealing taut muscles underneath. Ayala walked to him and knelt before him. She untied the waist of his pants and helped him undress.
She nearly gasped when he was fully naked; he was very clearly aroused. She ran her hands down the rippling muscles of his stomach, and rose when he caught her hand and pulled her up. Lord Eiotan led her into the warm water.
“It feels wonderful, sir!” Ayala exclaimed, dipping down into the water to wet her body and her hair. Lord Eiotan’s hands grazed her from behind, grabbing a hold of her waist. In one quick movement, he lifted her over the edge of the tile. He placed her so she was bent over the edge of the pool, bottom up and presented, her tummy flat on the floor. It took a full second before she realized the gravity of her situation.
“Wait, sir! I’ve been well behaved! I haven’t disobeyed you! Please! Don’t spank me!”
Lord Eiotan laughed behind her as he observed the sight before him. He stood straight behind her, enjoying the sight of Ayala naked, bent over, ready for whatever he decided to do to her at that moment. He laid a hand on her back and bent to whisper in her ear.
“I have decided I want to spank this luscious bottom of yours. I expect you to obey me and hold your position, no matter what I do to you,” he said softly, his breath tickling her neck. A soft shiver of nervousness passed through her. He smiled and raised his hand.
Ayala squeezed her eyes shut, scared she was about to be punished. The first spank sounded in the room, echoing off the tiles. She blushed instantly. What would the women think? Would they think she was constantly bad? That she needed to be spanked all the time? Then she realized the view Lord Eiotan had. Not only could he look upon her entire bottom, but also in this position, he could see all of her charms. She clasped her legs together, hoping she could hide any semblance of a response she had to him. Wetness began to pool between her thighs just at the thought of it. She clamped her legs harder in response.
Lord Eiotan began to spank in earnest, spanking first the left and then the right cheek. She quickly realized the spanks had only a bit of sting to them, nothing like when she had been punished over his knees. Every few smacks, he would vary the intensity, catching her with a few stingy hard ones, and then lightening up afterward.
A slow fire began to build over her bottom cheeks. Occasionally, Lord Eiotan would pause and rub the sting away, kneading her skin and brushing his fingers across her thighs. He would then light into her bottom anew, with a gradual buildup of harder spanks. He began to focus on her sit spots, which were very clearly open for attention.
She felt the fire slowly become rooted deep in her belly and down into the juncture of her thighs. Without thinking, she began to lift her hips up to meet his hand. As she did, the spanks gradually got harder, but she took them, feeling the pain deep into her core. She closed her eyes and moaned. The swats continued to rain down on her bottom, and she rose to meet every single one.
