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“Do we need a reminder?”
“No, sir! I’ll be good!”
“Then raise your skirts, pull down your panties, and bend over the kitchen table. Now.”
Ayala froze, but when Lord Eiotan narrowed his eyes, she quickly did what she was told. When she was bare and bent over the table, her bottom on display, she felt a warm and happy feeling rush over her. Even though he could spank her at any moment, and probably would, she felt safe in his hands. She felt him move behind her and she shivered.
His fingers grazed her inner thighs, making their way across her very wet lips.
“Seems my little wife is enjoying her spankings.” She shuddered as his fingers grasped her pussy, sliding between her lips. His fingers circled her nub, causing pleasure to build within her.
Her body responded extremely quickly to him, climaxing with pleasure, pulsing onto his fingers. He put a hand on her lower back, holding down her hips. His other fingers slid back to circle around her core before slowly pressing his finger inside. Slowly he worked his way in, Ayala moaning with abandon. When one finger was completely inside her, he pulled out, and then gently slid in a second finger.
She moaned as he filled her, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. She had never felt this full, and the pleasure within her built as never before. Her moans grew in intensity, desperate for release.
He lifted his other hand off her back, quickly landed two sharp spanks to each side of her bottom, and her world shattered. Pleasure cascaded through her in waves and his fingers continued to work inside her. Her last moan was deep and satisfied, desire working its way within her body. When the waves finally subsided, she felt like jelly, bent over the table as she was.
Lord Eiotan slowly pulled out his fingers from her and softly ran his hands across her skin, kneading her bottom that was still ripe with sting from the attention it had received from her punishment last night, their time at the bathhouse, and her public spanking at the market.
Her breath hissed as his hands continued to squeeze her well-spanked backside. He bent down and kissed each sit spot, and landed a third on the pearl that lay within her lips. She moaned and arched to him, which earned her a quick flurry of spanks across her bottom. She cried out, and then quickly realized that they were hard enough to make a lot of noise, but soft enough to jolt her deep within the cleft between her legs.
He stopped and slowly tugged her panties back into place. He pulled down her dress and helped her to stand.
“Now that’s my good girl. Seems you can follow directions,” he said, his eyes smiling at her obedience, but a mischievous look passed over his face. “It’s time to go. We have to give Cortés a tour of the places he would like to see, and entertain him for the evening. I want you on your best behavior, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir, of course,” she replied si
ncerely. She would do her best to be his very good girl.
Chapter Seven
Ayala and Lord Eiotan met Cortés at the palace, and Moctezuma led them into a small intimate dining room. The dining table was set with amazing silver dishes and goblets filled with wine, and servants were standing against the walls with jugs of more wine.
“Please sit,” Moctezuma commanded. Lord Eiotan held out a seat for her, and she gracefully sat down, dutifully keeping her eyes in her lap. Lord Eiotan sat next to her and Cortés was directly across from her. Her eyes remained fully on her plate. She knew her place tonight was to observe, listen, and learn as much as she could.
A few other noblemen and women were led into the room and were seated with them. Ayala did not know their names, but Lord Eiotan greeted each one with reverence so she knew they must be high-standing men. He introduced them but Ayala didn’t catch their names. She watched their eyes, watching where they looked when they were introduced, the wary glances directed toward Cortés. The women with them were quiet and demure, sneaking lustful glances in the Spanish lord’s direction.
In no time at all, everyone was seated, and fresh fruit was brought in.
“So how are you enjoying your time in Tenochtitlan?” Moctezuma began, looking expectantly at Cortés. A great headdress of green feathers adorned his head, tied with a headband of blues and greens. He looked regal. His clothes consisted of simple cream cloth fabric. Its simplicity accentuated his nobility.
Cortés met his gaze, his own eyes growing bold.
Ayala allowed her eyes to rise, observing Cortés as he looked hungrily at Moctezuma. He had the look of a pirate, about to take over a ship or open a trunk filled with treasure. He looked ravenous.
“Your city is very grand, very rich! There is gold everywhere I look; the luxury your nobility is enjoying is intoxicating. But I wish to see more. I wish to see your army and armories. I want to see your sacred holy temples. And I would like to visit your markets, see how the common folk live.”
Ayala narrowed her eyes slightly. Why would he want to see the army? The armories? Was Cortés trying to compare his army to theirs?
“You see, Moctezuma, I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors, and I’m sure you observed that my army does not only consist of white men, but men of your skin tone as well. They call themselves the Confederacy of Tlaxcala.” Cortés glanced around the room, waiting for a reaction. The ladies gasped, but Ayala remained silent, not wanting to play into his games.
The Confederacy of Tlaxcala was the Aztecs’ long-time enemy. They had fought battle after battle over territory, and at the moment, the Aztecs stood the strongest in the land of Mexico. An alliance between Cortés and his men and the Tlaxcalan army could be extremely dangerous, and upset the peace that had fallen over the land for the past few years.
“This is news to us,” Moctezuma cautiously replied. “What made you choose to ally yourself with a weak nation like the Tlaxcalans, when we, the Aztec people, are much stronger and richer, and could be a proper ally to you?”
The room was silent for a while, until Cortés cleared his throat, glaring dangerously in Ayala’s direction.
“They made me an offer that I could not refuse at the time, but I must say, that was before I met your wonderful people. But… I must say, they’ve told me some horrific stories about you people, from human sacrifices to stories about how you have attacked their towns, and then how you sacrificed their people.”
