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“I will not let you spank me! I have done nothing wrong,” she yelled.
Ayala turned quickly and ran toward her horse, throwing herself up in the saddle. She went to kick the side of her horse in order to get her to run, but paused when she realized Lord Eiotan was holding her reins.
“Please…” she begged.
“Get off the horse,” Eiotan commanded, his voice dangerously stern. His eyes met hers, narrowing in threat. She slid off her horse and stood in front of her lord, trembling. His hand whipped behind her head and grabbed her hair. He pulled her back to the rock where he had been waiting before, his belt still next to it. When he finally stopped, he quickly turned her around and unlaced the back of her dress. He undressed her silently, pulling her dress up and over her head. Her chemise was next, and then came her panties. He tugged them down her legs and commanded her to step out of them.
Shame came over her as she stood naked before him. The fact that he and Cortés were fully clothed made it worse. He sat down on the rock and pulled her between his legs. She stared at her feet as tears began to well up in her eyes.
She didn’t know what had come over her. She had told him she would submit, but then she had become angry and disobeyed. Now he was really angry with her and she was probably in for quite the punishment. She kept her eyes on the ground as she wrung her hands.
“Look at me,” Lord Eiotan ordered. She complied quickly, not wanting to anger him further.
“Please, I’m sorry,” she whispered, her lips quivering.
“This is the second time you have run from me. Now you forced my hand, and I have to really punish you.”
Ayala began to cry.
“You know better than to disobey me, than to run from me. Isn’t that right, Ayala?”
“Yes, sir,” she cried, replying softly.
“You know you deserve to be punished, right?”
She nodded, knowing she did. Her hands moved to her backside, rubbing the skin that would soon be stinging and red from her inevitable spanking. Why had she fought? Why had she disobeyed him? Now she was going to get a real punishment, and Cortés would get to see the whole thing. Her eyes glanced in his direction as he sat off to the side. He was watching her, his eyes hungrily taking in her naked flesh. He watched as she rubbed her bottom, and she quickly looked away.
“Get over my knee, Ayala, now,” Eiotan ordered. “Don’t make me put you there, or else it will be even worse.”
Ayala awkwardly lowered herself over his lap, and gasped when Eiotan readjusted her over one leg. He clamped down her legs by putting his other leg over the back of her calves. She cried out in misery, realizing how much trouble she was in.
She jumped when she felt Eiotan place a hand on her bare skin.
“Tell me why I have to punish you, Ayala,” he said softly.
“I disobeyed you, sir, and I ran away from you, again.”
“You ran from me before, when we visited the Pleasure House too, right, Ayala?”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry! Please don’t punish me! Please, sir!” she said miserably, begging.
“You’re about to be very sorry, young lady,” he said, and began to spank her. She cried out in shock at the first few spanks as they burned into her lily-white skin, quickly transforming it into a blushing pink. Eiotan
had begun spanking her hard, each stroke burning deep. He spanked her right cheek and then her left, alternating. He made quick work of her bottom, and began to focus on her sit spots and upper thighs.
As he spanked her there, she began to cry and sob. Her hand tried to block the swats, and he grabbed it, pinning it to her lower back.
He continued spanking her as she cried over his knees. He snaked an arm around her hip and lifted her a little higher, so her could get at her sit spots better. As he focused on spanking that sensitive skin, she wailed. Real tears began to escape from her eyes, and the burning pain from the spanking really began to get to her. Not only was she getting punished, another person was watching. Shame at her punishment and that she was getting spanked naked washed through her. She felt the wall of her fight come down and felt herself submit. Relaxing her body, she even arched her back so that he could have better access to her bottom.
Ayala felt the sting from each spank, and knew deep in her heart that she deserved each and every one. She wanted to be punished, but most of all, she wanted her lord to forgive her, and in order for him to do that, she had to endure punishment by his hand.
Lord Eiotan laid into her upper thighs ten more times before stopping. Her sobs caused her to tremble, but her body relaxed, fully submitting to her lord.
He helped her to stand, then he laid a blanket over the rock, as well as a rolled-up blanket in the center of it. He guided her onto it, bottom up, hips over the rolled blanket. Ayala felt incredibly bare, her bottom propped impossibly high. She saw Eiotan pick up the belt, and she cried out as he laid it across her bottom.
“I’m going to give you fifteen with the belt.”
The first spank with the belt took her breath away. The rest came in quick succession, and Ayala was soon sobbing again. Eiotan focused from the tops of her thighs, to her sit spots, to her bottom. The last three hit her sit spots in a row, progressively harder. Eiotan ordered her to arch her back for the last stroke, allowing the belt to cup the bottom of her cheeks and catch the sensitive skin there.
