BIG BROTHER SERVES JUSTICE

(A/N: This is my take on what happened after eps 9 in season 6….Ramsey has a different destiny. Spakingfemfatale, (aka Spankingfemme) inspired me to write this. I never would have written a G.O.T. piece without her words of encouragement and inspiration from her own brilliant writing. The start of this short story is paraphrased directly from the episode. Everything after the scene with the dogs is 100% mine…minus the G.O.T. characters, not mine; I'm just playing with them.) (Underlined, dialect is due to direct quotes from the show. I never want to take credit for what isn't mine.)

"You suggested one on one combat didn't you?" Ramsey looked around casually then back at Jon, "I reconsidered, I think that is a wonderful idea."

Jon stood there covered head to toe with blood and mud from the epic battle he just fought. Ramsey was surrounded by all of Jon's men and Jon himself, he knew it was over but he would never show it. Ramsey was a master at playing poker. With bow in hand, Ramsey aimed an arrow directly at his estranged brother-in-law. Jon grabbed a shield from nearby and blocked each arrow that flew his way. His mission was to get to Ramsey Bolton. He had to serve justice for his little sister, Sansa, and everyone else Ramsey oozed his dysfunctional hate upon.

One, two, three arrows, Jon blocked with his shield. He kept moving toward the brown haired, blue eyed, Bolton brat like a freight train, simply unstoppable. Ramsey lost his game face for a split second as he hurried for the forth arrow. It was too late; Jon knocked the weapon out of his hands and threw his enemy down. He quickly straddled his waist and used his fist to show his displeasure. Jon threw twenty-one punches, (I counted) of fury before he noticed Sansa in his peripheral. He froze on the spot with fist in the air ready to give number twenty-two. Jon looked over at his little sister and they each knew without having to say a word, beating Ramsey to death would be letting him off easy.

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Ramsey sat chained to a chair behind bars. He was now the one covered in mud and blood; his jaw was broken and his body was aching as he was starting to feel the after effects of that freight train named Jon Snow. Ramsey dozed in and out of consciousness. When he finally woke altogether he found Sansa standing in front of him behind the bars.

"Sansa…hello Sansa." He took a deep breath as he struggled to speak, "Is this where I'll be staying now?"

Sansa simply stood there for a moment, her memory of speaking, temporarily forgotten. Ramsey began to speak again and this time her tongue obeyed.

"Where you will be staying is currently unknown. Jon and I spoke and decided that we would let fate make that first choice."

As the words left the beautiful young woman's mouth, Ramsey's hounds appeared and Ramsey was quick to notice. He still refused to show his losing hand and kept his poker face intact.

He scoffed, "My dogs would never hurt me."

"You, yourself said they had not eaten in 7 days. I suppose now it's up to fate." Sansa answered simply and turned and walked away.

Unbeknownst to Ramsey not only had the dogs been fed but they had been overfed. The dogs were docile yet Ramsey sat there with his anxiety due to the unknown. The first twenty-four hours Ramsey did not dare fall asleep among his trained, man-eating dogs. As his underlined anxiety grew, his anger grew more. His physical pain was at a level he never before knew existed and his emotional upset was utterly unbalanced and highly irrational. He was beyond exhausted.

Forty-eight hours passed as Ramsey continued being chained around the chair with no food or water. He was still riddled with anxiety as he anticipated the attack of his dogs. He had also soiled himself as no one cared to give him any bathroom breaks. Ramsey suddenly heard a beautiful sound to his ears; it was the sound of human footsteps. Within moments an older woman appeared. She had steaks in her hands and fed one to each of the dogs. This act alone brought down Ramsey's current anxiety by a couple of levels. She then brought in a large bowl of water for each dog and placed them down in Ramsey's view per instructions from Jon. The woman started to leave.

"Wh…what about me?" Ramsey managed to ask in a raspy voice due to his dehydration.

"Lord Jon told me to tell you are still in time out. He wants to make sure you think long and hard about your actions."

Ramsey knew he was exhausted and possibly a bit delirious but did he really hear what he thought he heard? He looked closer and realized this woman used to be one of his own servants.

"Who do you think you are speaking to you ugly winch? I am still your Lord and you will not speak to me in such a manner."

She hated to admit his words did sting a bit but she refused to show it. She took refuge in the fact that Jon was in the process of putting Ramsey in his place. She simply smiled and leaned over and spoke to her former Lord with instructions from her present Lord, soon-to-be king.

"Oh but that is where you are wrong little one. I have been given the job as your caretaker. However, I am currently under strict orders to only feed the dogs and to simply make sure you are still breathing."

Her face was still very close to Ramsey's. She could see the contempt in his bloodshot eyes. He studied her for a moment in silence then, without warning, spit in her face. The woman shot up right away and wiped the vile saliva away.

"That's MY message for you to take with you. Also take note, you too are added on my list of people I will bring down once I'm free from here. I promise you will regret your disrespect toward me."

"No little one, no, you will be the one that will regret disrespecting your caregiver. I promise you that."

The woman left quickly leaving Ramsey once again alone from any other human. He wanted to be furious at being called little one. It was degrading and unbefitting of a man of his stature. He did his best to think of all the many ways he would torture her once he had the chance. Anger though took a lot of energy and energy was currently a luxury to Ramsey that he did not have.

24 hours later…

Ramsey was slumped in the chair with his head flopped to the side, his body no longer able to hold back the sleep. He was awakened by a few mild slaps to his face. His head jolted from surprise.

"Wake up little one, it's time to wake up, let's go, let's go."

Ramsey was beyond exhausted, too tired to care what he was being called. He managed to muster the energy to open his eyes. Standing directly in front of him was Jon himself. He held a mug of water in his hand.

"It's been three days; it's time for you to drink water." Jon said simply.

Ramsey was chained and unable to drink himself. He looked up at Jon and silently asked how he was supposed to do as requested. Jon held the mug to Ramsey's lips and guided him in his weak state. Once satisfied with what he believed was enough for survival, Jon put the mug down.

"More…pl…more." Ramsey stopped himself from saying please, he was exhausted and a bit delirious but he had a strong mind. Jon noticed the slip but only smirked with a knowing raised eyebrow.

"Maybe later…IF you behave yourself, and don't think I didn't notice how you soiled yourself little one, but it's okay, I won't punish you for that, accidents happen." Jon stated as if he were speaking to a child.

Ramsey looked up in bewilderment. He couldn't believe he was being spoken to like that. He wanted to protest but found no words due to his lack of energy.

"Now, this is what is going to happen." Jon continued, "Your three day time out has come to an end and it's time to move forward. You will be given a bath and then taken to your own chambers to be dealt with. If you cooperate, I may let you have a small nap between punishments.

Ramsey managed to look up at Jon with utter disgust.

"Who are you speaking to?" He asked in a forced whisper, "I am not some play thing."

"But little one, I thought you enjoyed games." Jon smirked then left.

Again, Ramsey wanted to rebuttal but did not have the energy to do so.

A little over an hour later Ramsey was bathed, groomed and brought to Jon's chambers as instructed to the guards. They walked in and Ramsey found Jon waiting.

"Why couldn't I be given any clothes?" Ramsey asked sleepily.

"Because you won't need them for awhile, maybe in a few days, I honestly don't know just yet."

"What exactly do you have planned for me?"

My plan is to bring justice for Sansa, for all the ways you mistreated her.

"What did she tell you?"

"She told me everything. While you were in timeout I did a lot of research. I read many, many different methods of punishment. A couple of them I'm sure would be frowned upon by even the Gods."

"Did you…did you come to a decision?" Ramsey asked as he continued to look brave.

"I did, I took bits and pieces and come up with my own idea. You see while I was researching different ways of punishment, Sansa was determined to find out all she could about your background. She wanted to make sure the punishment would be fitting to the deepest level of your core. In doing so, she learned many things, many disturbingly sad things. Her hatred for you was soon replaced with pity."

"No…no, I refuse to be looked upon as such." Ramsey tried to demand.

Jon held up his hand, "You have no say or any control over how Sansa feels. You also have no control over your punishment from me. I was going to let you nap first but then your caregiver, Tabatha, shared with me how you treated her yesterday. Because of that you will be receive your first spanking now."

"Spanking?! I'm not some child. I am Lor…"

Jon placed his hand over Ramsey's mouth. "Sshhhh little one, you have been very naughty. You will take your spanking or I promise you, it will be much worse."

Ramsey's blue eyes were wide, he couldn't believe what was about to happen.

"Guards, you can let go of him, I can take it from here; however, you are welcome to watch. In fact, I encourage it. I believe he likes it when others watch."

The two guards had never witnessed anyone receiving this type of unconventional treatment but neither objected. They could clearly see how much Ramsey was loathing every second of it. They nodded and stepped back. Jon took hold of Ramsey's arm and led him to his own bed. On the bed lay a thick wooden paddle made of white oak. It was used on Jon himself by his father, Ned, when he misbehaved in his younger years.

Ramsey saw the paddle and from mere instinct started to struggle and refuse to be lead.

"Little one, if you struggle, you are only making it worse on yourself."

Ramsey screamed in frustration where he stood then shouted, "STOP CALLING ME LITTLE ONE! I AM LORD BOL…"

Jon covered his mouth again and received two baby blue eyes staring at him with surprise. Jon remained calm and very much in control.

"Listen to me and listen very well. You are no longer Lord Ramsey Bolton. He is dead and will never be resurrected. You are under my care now and will do whatever I choose for you to do. I am now the King of the North and your personal master."

Jon removed his hand once he felt Ramsey's body relax. "King of the North and my personal master? Did you fall and hit your head? No one will bow to a bastard such as you, no one, and especially not me."

Jon simply sighed, "Fine little one, fine, if you insist on doing this the hard way then so be it."

Jon took Ramsey by his upper arm and sat down on the bed while quickly and swiftly pulling Ramsey over his lap. He picked up the white oak paddle and began to use it right away. Jon didn't hold back either, Ramsey though was stubborn and his ego was monumental. Jon had counted to fifty and still only received grunting and some jolting from Ramsey. His milky white colored, perfectly bubble shaped bottom was now the color of crimson. Jon found himself annoyingly impressed at Ramsey's refusal to just give in and submit.

Ramsey's POV

I have to admit, I was caught off guard. Did Jon Snow really just put his hand over my mouth yet again to shoosh me? Did he really just say…? He is truly delusional.

"King of the North and my personal master? Did you fall and hit your head? No one will bow to a bastard such as you, no one, and especially not me."

Why isn't Jon reacting? He is much too calm. Little one!? He called me little one again. I despise this man so much! Did he really just place me over his lap? He really has lost his mind. I swear I hate this man but my body is starting to tell me otherwise. When Jon shifted me over his lap my member just happened to have rubbed up against his leather clad covered muscular thigh. I felt my member twitch. I will admit, for a man, Jon was beautiful in a ruggedly handsome way and I…no, I hate this man with every fiber of my being. Plus, I don't like men in that way. No, I only like women. My body is simply tired and reacting to the feel of the leather.

Once I was adjusted on Jon's lap he began to paddle me. I can't recall ever being paddled before or "spanked" as Jon like to refer it. It hurts like hell, the sting of the paddle radiates through my entire body. I'm just so tired. I just want to sleep. I'm also furious. I refuse to give in to Jon or my own damn body. I am in control! I am in control! At least that is what I thought when Jon first started but now I can't help but find myself with a little doubt. It feels like this had been going on forever. My ass feels like it's on fire. I'm still so tired, still just want to sleep. Tears start to form. No! I tell myself. My damn body is currently vulnerable due to the past few days. I am still in control. No crying damn it. As for Jon, okay, I will allow him to have some control over me at this moment. This is still my terms.

End of Ramsey's POV

Jon stopped after his count of 75. This was only the first of many spankings he had planned to give Ramsey. He lifted Ramsey off his lap and noticed the physically weak man refused to give any eye contact.

Jon couldn't help but smirk. "You certainly are stubborn aren't you little one? Alright then, no matter, this is only the beginning anyhow. You took your first punishment well; I will reward you with a nap."

"Water, may I pl…please have some water first?" Ramsey managed to ask even though the words made him sick. He knew however if he were to ever escape he would need to re-gain his strength. He told himself it was merely all part of the game and nothing more.

Jon smirked again as he could see just how painful it was for Ramsey to use the word please and ask so properly.

"Since you asked so kindly then yes, yes you may have some water." Jon looked to the guards, "bring in two mugs of water and a loaf of bread."

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Ramsey was now face down on the bed and tied securely. "Alright you have been fed and given water. It's now time for your nap little one; however, a bit of time has passed and I'm sure the sting has faded a tad. I just want to leave you with a small taste of what will come when I return again."

Ramsey found himself tense up. The sting on his bottom was still very much alive. Jon took the paddle and gave Ramsey 25 more to make his first spanking a total of 100 strikes. They were hard and unforgiving. Ramsey's body squirmed and wiggled, pleading to escape that horrible implement. His body then betrayed him as a few tears escaped. He turned his face away from Jon but Jon had already noticed. He put stopped just as quickly as he started and placed the paddle in Ramsey's eye view when he decides to turn his head back toward the left. Jon touched Ramsey's head and Ramsey jolted from surprise of the unsuspected touch. Jon removed his hand for a second then returned it and this time stroked his hair a couple of times.

"Sshhhh your first punishment is now over little one. You can go to sleep."

Jon waited for a second to see if Ramsey would respond but heard nothing. Jon accepted the silence and walked over to the guards. The three walked out of the chambers and shut the two massive doors behind them.

"You two will keep guard here for the first shift. No one is allowed in but me or your Lady Sansa."

"Yes my king." They reply.

Jon nodded and was about to walk away when he heard something come from within the chambers. He moved closer and it was clear. Ramsey was crying. Jon found himself exhaling. It was relief to know his plan was finally working. His plan, along with his sister Sansa, was to bring Ramsey down to his shell and change him into someone no one would recognize. Jon nodded again at the guards and walked away. Half way to his destination he ran into his sister.

"How did it go?" Sansa asked.

"It went better than expected. Once left alone I actually heard him crying."

"Good, that is a start to reprogramming him."

"Yes, I agree, and did you get word to the Red witch to help Theon?"

"I did yes. If anyone can help us bring the truest justice to Ramsey's actions, it's Theon."

"I agree dear sister, I agree."

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