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Ayala squeaked.

“Don’t you dare make me repeat myself, young lady. We can go back to that alley right now, and then we will return to this lovely man’s table for you to tell him what you need.”

“Please, sir…” Ayala slowly responded, forcing herself to say the words before he dragged her off, spanked her, and made her come back. “My husband would like me to pick out a nice wooden spoon and wooden paddle to…” she paused, “to… spank me with when I misbehave, sir.” She was silent, hoping the ground would open up and swallow her, when a massive grin broke out on the wood carver’s face.

“I see! I used to make things to spank my own wife with; in fact, I still do!” He picked two things off the table—a heavy solid wooden spoon, and a small dark cherry wood paddle, no larger than her hairbrush—and handed them to Lord Eiotan.

“This paddle seems very light,” he replied.

“Don’t you worry, sir! Both of these are guaranteed to get a right sorry response real quick. Would you like to test them? Feel free! Good solid merchandise!”

“Don’t mind if I do!” He quickly directed Ayala to bend over the table, picking up the wooden paddle first. He rested it on her bottom over her dress. She shivered as the place between her legs began to throb. Quickly, the hard wood left her bottom and came down swiftly on her left cheek. She yelped and waited.

“Forgetting my instructions already?”

Ayala rose to look at him and was quickly pushed down back into position. She felt a cool breeze on the back of her legs before she suddenly realized Lord Eiotan was raising her dress.

“Please, sir! Don’t!” she cried out, hating that her tender breasts hardened, nervous butterflies circling inside her.

“Quiet. Now count the rest, starting from one. If you fail to follow my directions again, I will take down your panties. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she quietly replied. Again the cold wood lay on her bottom and quickly disappeared, coming down with a god-awful sting.

“One, sir.” Another spank rained down on her other cheek. The sting radiated through her. Spanks two through four went rather quickly, and she counted with each one, her voice becoming increasingly strained as the sting rose to worrying proportions.

“Arch your back.”

She complied, and two more quickly came down on both her sit spots. She cried out, but stayed in position.

“Five and six, sir,” she said quietly. She heard him put down the paddle, and assumed he picked up the wooden spoon.

“I’m going to give you six with the spoon as well, but they will be very quick. You do not have to count.”

“But sir! Please!” she pleaded, trying to rise again.

In response, he quickly pushed her back in position and pulled down her panties, leaving her bare for the world to see.

“You just made it ten,” he said before grasping hold of her hips and lighting into her. Every stroke landed solidly, the wooden spoon burning like crazy. The last few spanks again concentrated on her sit spots, which made Ayala howl in response, apologizing and hoping he wouldn’t spank her more.

“Next time, you take your spanks like a good girl, and I won’t have to bare your bottom,” he said as his hands rubbed over her bottom cheeks. He let his hand slip in between her thighs, sliding over the wetness gathered there. He slowly pulled her panties back up and pulled her dress down, helping her stand up.

He looked at the wood carver, who had clearly enjoyed the show, and said, “We’ll take both! I have a feeling that my cheeky little wife here will be feeling both of these on her bottom again very soon.”

“I sure hope so!” the wood carver replied. “That bottom of hers takes beautifully to punishment. Turns awfully red very quickly.”

Ayala blushed and kept her eyes down. The entire market had seen her bare bottom, and not just that, had seen it getting a spanking! She wanted the ground to swallow her up. She was even more embarrassed that Lord Eiotan had felt how wet the whole spectacle had made her. Her body’s betrayal guaranteed that Lord Eiotan would spank her again in public. Ayala wanted so much to hate it, but couldn’t bring herself to. Her need was throbbing too deeply throughout her entire body.

The wood carver bagged their purchases and handed them to Lord Eiotan. He took the bag, as well as her hand, and started leading her away from the market.

“Next time we visit the market, maybe we should visit a leather maker. I bet we could find some things to spank naughty girls with there too,” he warned, smirking.

Ayala blushed again, speechless. Lord Eiotan laughed and led her back to his home. He handed her the wooden paddle and told her to put it on her nightstand, beside her hairbrush.

“What about the wooden spoon?” she hesitantly asked.

“That will stay here in the kitchen, just in case I decide you need a spanking right away and we can’t make it to the bedroom.”

“Sir!” she exclaimed, to which he raised an eyebrow.


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