Campfire lessons, a game of thrones fanfic

WARNING: this story has spanking. Don't like don't read.

so just a one shot. Ida was transported from her home to the land of Westeros by unknown forces. this happened because of reasons lol honestly I just wanted to write a fic with the Hound.

I was absolutely starving and that stuff on that spiket looked mighty fine. I don't remember the last time I had something decent. The man that had been tending the fire had gone off into the woods, I'm assuming to tend to nature and it was as good as time as any to try and take some provisions.

If I got caught I was fucked- the dude was absolutely monsterous. But if I didn't get something to eat soon I'd be in the same boat so really what'd I have to lose? Steadying my nerves and shooting a glance to large horse off to the side I quickly made my way to the fire. There wasn't anything to cut it with so I decided to take the whole thing, I mean there was two after all. Guy didn't need em both.

Prize in hand I turned heel and planned on putting as much distance between me and the burned guy as possible. I tucked under a branch and headed back into the brush- hopefully this was cooked fully. I guess it didn't matter, I was gonna eat it anyway but Still part of me reared up at eating undercooked meat.

The brush around me rustled, it wasn't me rustling it. It was something big. My heart went in my throat. Shit there must be a wolf or a bear or something that caught the scent of food, that fire probably keeping em at Bay. It got closer and I panicked dropping the meat and booking it through the woods. Branches whipped my face and arms, but I kept going.

Didn't get far.

I was nearly tackled, nearly. An arm wrapped around my waist and a hand clapped over my mouth. Well guess the guy was onto me. Shit.

"Little thief stealing into the night?" He rasped before hefting me easily and making his way back to the camp. "You're gonna regret it."

I was totally screwed. Dude was there times my size, easily. In finally got over the shock and began writhing to free myself and once he removed his hand I immediately snapped :

"Let me go!"

"Not buggering likely."

It wasn't until we reached his camp ( and I realized I hadn't gotten all that far unfortunately) that he sat me back on my feet, a strong hand secured about my bicep. What was he tm going to do? He must've decided because he began dragging me along to s spot with a blanket laid out.

"P-please sir! Don't hurt me, I was hungry!"

"I am no ser."

He stooped for the bedroll and then went towards a large tree not to far from the fires light. He then turned on me, first time I really saw his face, and those Burns; his eyes were piercing.

"You're going to stay right. Here. Got it?" He paused and raised an eyebrow when I didn't answer. I nodded, tears already pricking my eyes. "You run and you'll make it worse on yourself, trust me."

That iron grip finally left my arm and he turned to start folding the blanket or something at the base of the tree. Only think keeping me here was myself, and his word. I could run. His back was turned and I bet I could get through the underbrush faster than he could.

But it was obvious I underestimated him before, the guy had been nearly silent until he was right on top of me. I dug creseant like indents into my palms. Should I?

From the look of things I was already in deep shit, so can it really get any worse? I wasn't one to go easy. My opportunity presented itself when he knelt down to place the blanket. Now or never. I took off in the opposite direction.

Didn't bank on him being prepared for my plan, nor as fast as he was. I mean since when are dudes his size so quick? I didn't even make it past the outskirts of the camp before he had me by the arm, effectively halting me mid stride.

"Fuck! Let me go!"

He pulled me in front of him and raised an eyebrow, or I think he did his scars made it difficult to see. But he had no trouble at all twisting his face into a grimace that chilled me to the Bone.

"Aren't too bright, are you?"

Not waiting for an answer he maneuvered me enough to land such a stinging swat to my ass I quickly revaluated my life choices which brought me here, and pulled me along to the tree. Once he sat down I was suddenly tugged down over his left thigh. His right leg clamped over mine and sunk in the feeling of being trapped. I braced myself on my elbows, staring at the ground with a pinched brow finding myself with an odd concoction of terror and perplexity boiling over inside.

This didn't turn out how I planned, but in heindsight it could've been much, much worse. His hand came down on my rear and I arched a bit:

"Fuck dude!"

He was spanking me. Like a child. My brain took it's sweet time processing that fact. Once I finally managed to my rear already felt a bit sore- he sure was not pulling any swats. My attempts to twist free, or at the very least get a look at him and try to talk some sense, ended with his massive hand not currently occupied with setting my ass on fire pushing my upper half roughly down.

Given the angle I couldn't quite reach a hand back to defend my rear either. Wriggling free was out of the question as well, his grip was fast and might as well have been iron. Oh but that didn't stop be from trying. After several failed flailing attempts of liberation on my part he seemed to have enough, at least that's what I assumed given that very hard smack to the back of my thigh. I went stock still at that and bit the blanket to keep from yelling.

"You don't keep your hands out front I swear to the seven I will tie them and this will take twice as long." Despite his effort put into the smacks he was almost calm, a manic growly tone just edging into his voice. "Do I make myself clear thief?"

At this point I just managed to get my stuttering breath under control and simply nodded. "I'll keep them out front."

He continued on from there, thankfully not using as much strength as he did for that attention getting swat, I imagine my ass would've been completely bruised if he had gone on like that. I tried my best to behave as he had wanted, instead grabbing at the blanket in front of me, biting my knuckles and grabbing at my skull.

He had stopped and I collapsed, resting my face in the damn bedroll. It was over, thank the heavens it was over. But we hadn't moved. Nor had his grip lessened.

"If you had listened from the start this would have been the end." Fuck. Fuck! This wasn't over. I squashed the urge to beg and apologize because I knew it wouldn't work on this dude. Not in the slightest. "Ya didn't though so this is for making me Chase you."

I thought it had been bad before but the small reprieve seemed to intensify the sting.

I had involuntarily shot a hand back after a few minutes but thankfully was able to stop myself short of swatting at his hands. Instead I had grabbed his leg and squeezed. If he cared he did not say.

Finally after my ass was thoroughly aflame and every tear had been wrung from me he stopped. He blessedly stopped. I succumbed to whispering 'sorry' over and over again though the man had seemed to not care and was going to go for as long it took for me to be sorry in his book.

"I- I'm sorry." I managed between sobs. "I was hungry. I- won't d- o it again."

There was a long moment of silence - well relative silence as I was still crying- and the hand that had been keeping my torso so effectively pinned seemed to let up a bit. Or I was imagining it.

This lasted a brief amount of time, less than a minute. He cleared his throat and patted between my shoulders. Then pushed me up so abruptly I fell back straight onto my rear, immediately jumping up at the re ignited fire in my backside. He was already on his feet and glaring down at me.

"I imagine you were pretty desperate to try what you did with someone like me, so I think I'll give you a second chance," he pointed at me, a scowl firmly in place. "But you steal from me again and I'm going to break your hands. Understand?"

I nodded dumbly, really unsure where that left me or anything. He paid no attention to the tears still falling lazily down my cheeks, but instead went to the fire and tended what was left on the spit. I stared after him.

"You don't have to stay but I gaurenntee it's safer than wondering the woods and night. Next men you run into won't be as kind."

Kind? I bristled almost instantly- he called that kind? Spanked me like a kid and threatened to break my limbs? I almost told him exactly how I felt but I stopped thankfully allowing myself to think a bit more. He was probably right. This coupdve been worse. I could've been killed or used and left for the crows.

He was being a saint in comparison to what could've been.

I slowly stood and went to sit by the fire, hiding my wince. "Thank you...sorry I tried stealing from you."

He only grunted and continued turning the spit a bit.

"Must be starving to act so I was absolutely starving and that stuff on that spiket looked mighty fine. I don't remember the last time I had something decent. The man that had been tending the fire had gone off into the woods, I'm assuming to tend to nature and it was as good as time as any to try and take some provisions.