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Eiotan moved and helped her stand up. His fingers traced the curves of her bottom, bringing more chills to heated flesh.
She reached down to grab her panties, which were tangled around her ankles, and pulled them up. It hurt when the fabric moved over her scathed behind. She smoothed her dress before glancing up at Eiotan, embarrassed yet again. He did nothing to acknowledge that. Instead, he looked at her and began to answer her question. She quickly tried to wipe away the tears from her eyes, and then folded her hands, feeling awkward.
“I am a military general within the Aztec army. I work to defend our city, and keep neighboring territories from attacking those who live here. I have received news of a man from overseas, a land I hear whispers only about—Spain. His name is Hernán Cortés. Rumors tell me he is to arrive tomorrow, at our city gates. Our ruler, Moctezuma, is to meet him, on the Great Causeway into the city. I am to be by his side, and so you shall be too.”
“I shall be beside the king?’ Ayala whispered. “But, sir… I do not have anything to wear, I am dirty from fieldwork. I cannot afford anything new…”
“You shall not need to worry. Tonight you will be bathed and dressed in the finest clothing.” Slowly he helped her stand, steadying her as they rose. “Come, I shall take you to the bathhouses.” He beckoned to her, and Ayala followed. He opened the door through which they had entered, and held it for her. She walked outside and turned, waiting for him to direct her. He laced an arm around her waist to lead her down the street toward buildings she had never set foot in, let alone imagined ever doing so.
He paused in front of a grand-looking stone temple, slowly turning to walk into the door. There was a servant waiting, and he approached her. He passed some cacao beans, which were the form money was tendered in the city, into the servant’s hands.
“Please, I need her taken care of today, the works. She is to be present in front of a very important guest tomorrow. I shall return with clothing for her to wear from the market; feel free to discard what she is wearing now. Thank you. I will be back in due time.”
The female servant, dressed in white clothing, was slim, of a light build. She nodded curtly and gestured toward Ayala. “Follow me,” she said softly, walking toward a hallway. Ayala looked back at Eiotan as she moved away. Their eyes met and he smiled at her before he turned, breaking their eye contact. She allowed herself to be led away.
Her dress was taken first. One of the attendants noticed that her bottom was red, and muttered something about it to another. Ayala did her best to ignore it, but was sure that her face turned red in embarrassment. She wondered how many other women like her were turned over a man’s knee for misbehaving.
The bathhouse was amazing. She was given a bath with rosewater, and all the dirt of the fields was washed away. After that, oils were massaged into her skin. Her hair was brushed and trimmed, her face painted with makeup. She felt like a member of the nobility for the first time in her life.
She was brought before a polished stone mirror and shown her reflection. She searched for a moment, looking for herself. She gasped, realizing the face in the mirror was her. Dark, jet-black hair, shiny and beautiful, lay brushed and smooth all the way down to her mid-back. Pretty green eyes stared back at her, accentuated by her slightly reddened lips. She ran her hands through her hair, remarking at how smooth and beautiful it looked. When she turned away from the mirror, she nearly jumped. Eiotan was waiting by the door. He was holding a jade-colored piece of cloth in his arms.
Ayala blushed, realizing she was still naked. Her slim, well-muscled body shrank away a bit, as she tried to cover herself with her hands. Eiotan smiled and laughed softly.
“It’s alright, Ayala, no need to be modest. That bare bottom was spanked over my knee earlier today, as it probably will again soon should you not heed my warning.” He looked at her sternly, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. Ayala blushed even harder, especially when the attendant in the room smiled in response.
The attendant took the cloth from Eiotan and brought it over to Ayala. She helped her dress into new, pristinely white underclothes. Next came the jade piece of cloth, which turned out to be a dress. Ayala lifted her arms so that the dress could be draped over her. The dress hugged her bust, stomach, and hips, flowing out to cover her legs to her ankles. It had short sleeves, and a darker green sash that hung around her waist, the ends hanging down to the bottom of the dress. Finally, a pair of beige-colored sandals was put on her feet. She turned to Eiotan after she was fully dressed.
“You look so beautiful, Ayala,” he said softly. “You will definitely outshine many people tomorrow by my side. Come, let us head back home; the sun should be setting soon and we will have a busy day tomorrow.”
He led her out of the bathhouse and retraced his steps back into the building they had been in before. This time, he entered the hallway and showed Ayala a bedroom.
“This is your room,” he said nonchalantly. Ayala gasped. A beautiful bed was in the center. An intricate quilt covered it, along with a mound of pillows, all in red and gold. A washbasin was in the corner. A small room was connected. She glanced in and saw a rack of dresses hanging there.
“What’s this?” she whispered, astounded.
“That is yours to choose from, Ayala. I had them ordered from the market today. A few more should be deliveredappro tomorrow or the day after.” He moved over to a side table and opened a drawer. He pulled out a wooden hairbrush and put it in Ayala’s hands.
“This is to be left out beside your bed. Should you ever disappoint me, I will send you to retrieve it. I will then paddle your backside with it. Am I understood?”
Nervous butterflies twirled in her stomach. It was a heavy brush, made of dark wood. The back of the brush was flat, almost as if its only purpose was to punish her backside. Eiotan took the brush from her and gently pushed her face-down over the bed, so that her bottom was in the air. She complied without question, unsure about what was happening. He lifted her dress and pulled her panties down.
“But, but, I haven’t done anything wrong sir!” she yelped, hands reaching backwards.
He took the brush and aimed, placing two quick, heavy smacks directly on each of her sit spots. She squeaked and jumped up, clutching at her bottom.
“Oww, oww. That hurts!” she gasped, rubbing a bit. Eiotan placed the brush on the bedside table.
“Something for you to think about. Be a good girl and get ready for bed. The sun is setting and I want you well rested.”
Ayala nodded, the sting of the brush still biting into her. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving her alone. There was a small stone mirror on the wall. She lifted her dress over her head and laid it gently on the bed. Turning in order to see her bottom in the mirror, Ayala could see that it was still very pink, with the shape of
the brush and his hand still apparent on her cheeks. She touched her right side and took a deep breath at the tenderness.
She felt oddly safe. She hated to admit it, but maybe being spanked by Eiotan wasn’t such a horrible thing. The more she thought about being put over his knee and bared to be spanked like a little girl, the warmer she felt. She touched her bottom again, cupping the heat that still radiated off of it. She allowed her fingers to graze over her bottom, exciting herself in the process. A deep-seated need was beginning to take hold in her being.
She finally took her eyes off of her pink bottom, pulled up her panties, and glanced over at the bed. She hadn’t realized that she was exhausted. The work in the fields all day, the attention at the bathhouse, the events in the field earlier, and a spanking finally took their toll. She crawled under the covers and fell asleep fairly quickly, her mind reminiscing about being spanked by Eiotan, his hand smacking away at her trembling bare bottom.
Chapter Three
