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“Is that so… Maybe I should take you to the market. Make you pick out your own wooden spoon and a paddle, meant solely to spank that bratty little bottom. Maybe even spank you with them in the market square? Would you like that, little girl?”
She gasped. Shock made its way quickly over her features.
“You wouldn’t!”
“Actually, I do think making you pick out your own special implements is a wonderful idea. I do believe we have some time before we must meet the king. Now that we are bathed and fed, I think it’s the perfect time to take you to the market. If you behave, then maybe, just maybe, I won’t spank you in the middle of the square.”
Ayala was stunned silent. Oddly enough, more wetness pooled between her thighs and her nipples peaked again. Lord Eiotan saw the traces of her body betraying her, and softly squeezed those aching nipples.
“So, I take it my little kitten would like that, huh. Maybe I should spank you whenever the need arises? Regardless of where we are?”
“Please, sir, don’t!”
“I think this may require further thought. To investigate this theory, I will test the implements you so choose, on you. You will bend over the table at my instruction and present yourself to me for your spanking. Each implement you choose, I will test on you with six strokes. You will count every spank. If you don’t count correctly, I will instruct you to raise your dress and we will continue on your nearly bare bottom. Plus I will add an extra swat for every time you miscount.”
Ayala stared at him, mouth agape.
“Is that clear, young lady?”
“Yes, sir,” she finally managed to say, feeling as though she had swallowed a ball of cotton.
“Good girl. Now let’s go pick out things to spank that lovely bottom of yours with.” He threaded his arm through hers and assertively led her out of the room. He quickly paid the attendants, who gave her an all-knowing look. Her hands instinctively moved to cover her backside, thinking of her bath-time spanking, and she blushed even harder when their smiles grew. They knew she had been spanked in the bath! Thankfully, Lord Eiotan led her out of the bathhouse quickly, but she knew the women were watching as she was led away. However, she quickly forgot about the women as she remembered Lord Eiotan’s threats. Her body reacted instantly to the thought, and confusion raced through her.
How could she be excited about a spanking? A spanking in public even? When he had threatened to raise her dress in the square if she miscounted, a jolt had raced through her limbs. What did it all mean?
Lost in her thoughts, Ayala silently followed Lord Eiotan. Since her first spanking across the lord’s knees, her mind was consumed by it. Even thoughts of her punishments had her body raging in response. The whole experience of having her bottom bared over his lap was amazingly compelling, sexy, and embarrassing, all at the same time. Maybe she should test him and see if he would really spank her during their shopping trip. Would he really raise her dress?
As they walked, they happened to pass an alley, where slapping sounds rang out. Upon observation, Ayala saw a woman over a man’s lap, getting a spanking. He was lecturing her about spending money wisely, and not buying bolts of fabric. Her red bottom was facing them, a rosy pink color that quickly developed into a deep red as the man’s spanks grew harder.
Lord Eiotan stopped, and caught her watching the scene. He wrapped his hands around her waist.
“Think about that view. Think about how very shortly, you could wind up in the same position if you don’t behave. Maybe we will visit that alley on the way back to the palace. What do you think?”
“You wouldn’t,” she gasped.
“Don’t tempt me, little one,” he warned, a smile coming over his features, begging her to test him. He turned her back toward the spanking in progress. His right hand settled on her bottom and patted it gently through her dress. A shiver raced up Ayala’s spine.
The woman getting spanked in the alley howled at the volleys of smacks on her bottom, as she struggled against the strong arm that kept her cemented to his lap. She quickly started apologizing to the man spanking her, promising good behavior, and to not buy any more things without his permission. The man started spanking her sit spots and her upper thighs, which got her attention very quickly. The apologies became more desperate, as the woman could hardly focus on anything other than the spanks on her bottom. He spanked her even harder, and she started to
sob.
“I’m sorry, sir! Please, I’m so very sorry,” she cried. “I won’t do it again.”
“I want you to count. Six more, and then your punishment will be over. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied pitifully.
“Now raise your bottom, and prepare yourself.” The woman complied, lifting up her bottom for punishment. The man spanked slowly, with amazing force directed at her sit spots while he waited to hear her count. Each swat was solid, and it took a moment for the woman to catch her breath to count for him. The final two were extra hard, focusing on the juncture of her upper thighs and sit spot. She laid spent over his knees, crying in submission. The man helped her up and hugged her to him, her bare bottom sitting on his thighs. She cried into his shoulder, muttering apologies. He rubbed her back, telling her that all was forgiven, that she was again his good girl. Lifting her chin with a finger, he kissed her. The man then told her how much he loved her.
Lord Eiotan led Ayala away from the scene, into the market.
“Remember, if you don’t behave, that could be you shortly,” he warned, smiling. Ayala glared back at him, trying to look serious, but was having a hard time looking angry. The vision of the woman getting spanked stayed with her. She could feel her body responding yet again. What was wrong with her? Spankings hurt! Well… except for fun ones, like in the bath, she thought. She rolled her eyes, exasperated with herself.
“Rolling your eyes, huh? I can see we need to find an implement straight away to take care of that!” Lord Eiotan exclaimed, grabbing her arm and leading her to a wood carver’s bench. There were cutting boards, carved figurines, many kitchen utensils, and all sorts of other things that adorned his very large table of goods.
“Welcome, sir, ma’am,” the wood carver said. He was a big, round man, with short hair and a massive gray beard. His hands were tough and used to hard work. He was carving a small piece of wood, and smiled at the new customers.
“Good day to you! My wife and I are in the market for a few things. Tell him, honey, exactly what you need and exactly what it will be used for,” Lord Eiotan commanded, his voice firm.
