Ayala gazed out over the white sands of the beach, watching the surf roll in. She thought about the past year she had spent together with Lord Eiotan. The two of them had escaped far away, making a small home for themselves on the coast of the Pacific Ocean. They had traveled far in order to escape the reach of Cortés.
Tenochtitlan fell after the Spanish laid siege to the city after only a few months. They had cut off all water and food, and blocked aqueducts and all roads into the city. Famine took hold of the city, as well as smallpox. The Aztecs were worn down, receiving no fresh food, water, supplies, or additional troops, and dying of sickness. After the Spanish advanced into the city, the Aztec forces were decimated. The city surrendered on August 13, 1521.
Eiotan had kept his Aztec lordship a secret. They had built a small house out of logs and farmed the land together. Ayala found herself over his knee constantly, but despite the fact that some of them were punishments, and other times were just fun, she loved him for it.
She let her hand fall to her stomach, where she was finally beginning to show. The wind whipped about and her hair swirled around her. She felt his presence come up behind her and she smiled as he took her into his arms. His hands rested on her swelling tummy and he kissed the back of her head.
They were going to raise a child together, and Ayala couldn’t be happier. He turned her around and brought his lips to hers, allowing his hands to grip her bottom.
She moaned, his fingers reigniting the ache from the punishment he had given her a short time ago, before they had gone to bed the night before.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you too,” he growled. “Come, I want to spank you. My palm wants to meet your delicious little backside again.”
“Yes, sir,” she giggled as she let him drag her back into the house. Yes. They were going to be happy for a very long time, and she was going to be a very well spanked young wife.
The End