GAME OF THRONES, Dragon's Breath
By Gator.
Chapter One:
Disclaimer: The following is an interpretation of the drama fantasy, GAME OF THRONES. I do not own the television, related books or any of the characters appearing within these media mediums. Some 'GOT' events loosely portrayed appear out of order to enhance the climax.
For the record this is strictly a parody based loosely on the GOT Franchise and I do not earn a penny from the writing or posting of this story. No one under the age of eighteen years-old should read this story.
Author's Note: I ask for a good read and an honest vote. It's my intention to continue with future chapters that for GOT fans will astound them as it is re-imagined, yet with a hint of sameness. There will be more and different adult activities between characters seen in this first chapter and others excitingly added in later chapters. I look forward to reading the other Game Of thrones stories who like me have poured their heart into the contest entry process and have achieved their own creative story.
The Triangle Of Fire
Butt Cheek Butt Cheek
Vagina
Clit
Danearys's voice was louder than necessary. "You raised your fist at your queen! Tyrion was shaken. He felt a chill run down his spine and his bowels grumbled with an expected fart from his new fear.
How dare you! I should have you disemboweled, you vile, squat, little creature.
It had never occurred to her from the time she was young or in her junior years when she had taken to the throne and become queen, that among the throngs of which she was their better, there was one fearless enough to be a man and put Danearys in her place. And, unlike her hand that she had beaten and dispatched to the bowels of the castle to await execution.
As a man with the ability to take charge of the 'brat queen,' He wondered did he have the intestinal fortitude to carry out his duty. Jon was in one word, flabbergasted as he watched in horror out what he recognized as an out of control, vengeful ruler.
Jon steeled his heart. There were many things that in the past he admired about Daneary. But, this was about the future the future of the remnants of all of the Seven Kingdoms. And, the fact was at the direction of queen in her mystical role as mother to the two remaining dragons, had turned 'Dragon's Breath on her enemies and villages. The results were pitiless flesh-eating flames and abodes left in rubble after being scorched. And, the queen's capricious acts must be punished. The idea was since she had pitched a temper tantrum, so it be decreed she would receive a spanking, one to be remembered for all time. In short order during a talk with the queen would help soothe the beast of the assembled people by The Iron Throne. The Iron Throne made of a thousand sword blades would serve as the place where Danearys would receive her 'great' spanking. However, Queen Cersei had to walk through King's Landing (shame) which had included whipping and spittle that covered her body over the red welts and purple bruises. But, while Dany would not feel the shock of leather against bare skin, heirs would be flesh on flesh had contact to the lovely bared pert butt. She like Cersei would not be spared the indignity of a public punishment.
His large, calloused hand would unmistakably make Daneary Targaryen feel the sting of an asp in her up to then pillow-soft pampered An arse that had never been any color other than white. And, certain her cheery cheeks had never been reported as cherry cheeks!
Jon Snow had finally seen the light and it was time to make a particular area of Danearys lovely body bright. Now that alone would be a sight, but a full panties down bare bottomed spanking while the crowd looked on from below the Iron throne where the over the knee spanking would take place was priceless.
MOVE: Jon ceased spanking Dany. Then cupped the queen's butt cheek and gently squeezed. He could barely feel the muscle under her skin. She really did have a fatty bubble butt.
"I feel her skin and under there somewhere is a muscle. She didn't really have a fat ass," Jon reported. But, Danearys did have a stubborn layer of baby-fat that had yet left her adult arse cheeks.
"Good, that's a good girl." He now used his fingers to kind of goose the 'good and evil' queen a few times. That gave him an idea where the most fat is and where the muscles are closest to the skin. Jon explore her butt before he began before he spanked her."
The assembled crowd stood in disbelief with a mummy-like stare, dumbfounded as they were by the proceedings in the courtyard by the Iron Throne. The surrounding towns from the Seven Kingdom's people were to be rewarded. The nature of the brash response was not loss on the village people.
Putting Danearys In The Best Place To Listen:
Jon immediately recognized her as the golden-blonde queen with shoulder length curls who was in Gracie's store. It was Deanery Targaryen, now this was very interesting kettle of fish for the rich, pampered, brat as he admired her and how her shapely butt flounced in background.
Jon had been on the receiving end of Danearys's bad girl behavior rudeness on numerous occasions; however she could also be very sweet to him. The golden-blonde shoulder length haired school girl inevitably returned to treating him like an outcast.
Danearys' cave-like Rock Abode
Danearys was pretty and quite popular. Many would say charismatic, but she did have a tendency to treat him badly when she was around her friends and act like a brat. Jon arrived at Dany's door and handed the girl he was smitten with a crystal glass of red wine she had left earlier after a confrontation with the crowd which represented many of the Seventh Kingdoms.
He even wondered why he had climbed the fence and strode up the hill to the big stone dwelling located at the top where the Iron Throne dominated the skyline. In the past she had an appalling pattern that she was mean to him especially around her cool in crowd and he had to admit it hurt him.
Jon quickly found out Danearys had no intention of leaving her rock layered home for a drab, smelly underground shelter away from the angry crowds outside. She even had the audacity to still refuse that she would not go with him to the shelter. When he pointed out the reality of the situation to her that rain clouds were loaded and the storm was quickly spread toward their towns all over the Seven Kingdoms.
Fortunately for Danearys thought she didn't know it at the time Jon's intervening probably saved her life. All had changed in the kingdom. Jon looked skyward and recognized the rain clouds full of radiated rain lit up the sky as he pointed westward to impress on a stubborn Dany that she must leave her house and go with him to one of the shelters. He decided the time for negotiation was over as she walked with a swish of her hips into her rock dwelling.
Pop! The sudden swat jolted Danearys
Swatting Danearys quite hard across her tight visible panty line, bikini under her tan pants like when he had seen her crawling on all fours in the desert..
Dany can't help, but laugh as she considers the ridiculousness of Jon's intentions.
Until Swat!
Danearys was popped across the bottom of her tight tan pants and she stopped laughing.
"Shh-ee-sh" Danearys whimpered in pain as she tried to rub the sudden sting out of her bottom.
"Ouch, Jon stop that, will yah You're hitting me way too hard and fast."
Danearys was astonished by the spanking Jon was giving her and yet there was a curiosity, intrigue if you will as her royal lady parts created a triangle of fire. Dany tried to bring her bratty behavior in line as he went into 'fast and furious' mode.
"Keep this up young lady and you're going to get a really sore bottom for you stubbornness," Jon assured her.
It's for your own good" Jon assured the bratty 18 years old.
Danearys looked back over her shoulder pouting at him as he lay spanks upon spanks on her now tender butt.
While it was certainly true that she had a bad habit of being mean, downright hurtful to him, this was different. It was not about being cool and if that meant a hot bottom for a certain young lady, then that was just the way it had to be!
Usually Jon yearned for Danearys's attention, but this was not a usual day in Westeros.
Strawberry Moons
After the finger tip licks were delivered by Jon with a dastardly flick of his wrist Daneary could now compared the fire that resided in her arse with that expelled from her dragon's breath. The smallest of movements reignited the bonfire that burn in her Strawberry Moon cheeks. She still could not stand the pain.
Danearys's past history had illustrated by her actions that in truth she had always been a ball of fire and a handful. But, the side of the queen now seen by Jon, no longer could be ignored after her 'Royal Spanking' the hot-swats had reduced was a bit meeker, a bit weaker contrite young lady and a better queen for the people.
With a nod to Jon, Dany accepted the inevitable in hopes of saving her reign as queen.
His large calloused hand repeatedly lambasted Daneary's dainty derriere
Lapse in judgment has led to a sting like an asp.
The decision having been made that this must be a real spanking to soothe the angry beast. So, it was time to implement his plan to quell the outraged crowd assembled outside. After Queen Daneary's cold-blooded act of terror which could only be called if one chose just one word, heinous! Jon knew his Dany was out of control and as long as the anger of the kingdom's people, no consolidation of power necessary for in his opinion, there very survival. Jon set to his task and he promised the one who reigned with the fire of her dragon's breath that he would do a fine job. He pulled the mighty maniacal acting queen out into the courtyard where the Iron throne dominated the area. Now outdoors, he made her step up on the pedestal and after her sat asking himself comfortable onto the steel seat of the massive throne. Danearys, her dress replaced with tan harem pants which showed her unladylike and naughty visible panty line.
Jon's POV:
As I stood behind her, at that moment I desperately wanted to reach out and touch her highness and especially her hiney and make it bright red.
While Danearys's back was facing me, the curves of her body were obvious and her bottom was well rounded and firm. Oh how I wished I could paddle her with my hard hand myself. Suddenly, the power went off and all I could see was Danearys's silhouette enter the room. The new shadowy figure quietly slipped in beside Dany's, its arm already raised in the air. Taking advantage of her in position the shadow hand delivered several quick powerful swats. The noise created by the smacks rang out in the room and landed with authority cooking the queen's bottom before she could move.
I observed whenever my big paw landed on her hiney her dainty feet went down as her white boots clicked noisily against the wooden stage. Then in an act of acceptance Danearys, their queen leader immediately rose up on her toes again waiting for the next spank to land. At the beginning there may be several seconds or even a minute before the hard as leather hand landed again. However, once it was in full motion there was rarely more than a second or two to get back up on her toes.
My hand landed with an impact like a paddle. When I chose to lift my hand above my brown leather-clad outfit fur-clad head a particular set of spangled tan harem-panted cheeks took the blunt of the blow right across her attached panty. The smacks were exaggerated with a flare near the end of the skit. I didn't count the total, but the students, teachers and office staff, all seemed to take delight in calling out the count.
The throne's lights came up, me in the role of 'punisher,' sitting in the great chair my hand rose in invitation. Danearys shrugged her shoulders as her tight tan harem pants in the lights. A chorus of "go over master's lap filled the courtyard. So, it happened, she placed herself over my lap to the roar of the crowd. The pretty blonde thirty-something queen got two smacks on each cheek of her arse, as she was known to call hers. The Queen much like the emperor had no clothes for the finale of her spanking. The pants and tights came down to the back of her knees. Dany's might of thought the spanks were for show, but, the last seven or eight stingers were 'revenge.' And, those smacks were for real I started to rub her butt cheeks affectionately with my other hairy hand. What the audience didn't notice was that I had accidently slipped the fingers of my hand down between her blond hair wreathed arse crack and even tickled her arsehole. My other hand had held Danearys firmly in place at the hip during her live spanking on the pedestal stage at the base of The Iron Throne.
The crowd clapped, hooted and hollered and Danearys and I got into it. Clad in her white sequin, red striped majorette uniform she curtsied while I dressed in the white furry bunny suit took a deep bow beside her. Then we stage left the continuing ovations of the audience. Now off stage Danearys slammed her hands back behind her and dug them deep into both cheeks of her hiney. She rubbed furiously at the source of the heat. It was a sight to behold because her frantic movements had dislodged the lower part of each cheek and they were a uniform bright fiery red. Oh Bugger!" Danearys bleated, "An instant later off stage her left her knees half-way buckled and I supported her attractive frame for the first time ever in my life. The attractive blonde elementary school art teacher had just had a vaginal spasm which I could see had dampened the pant of her harem outfit.
The spanks I had given her had been strong. The swats of the my-palm and fingers heated up her hiney and guaranteed the bare arse spanking left her rosy red looked authentic to mesmerized audience. This was one performance Danearys would always remember.
In the final analysis, Daneary had gone along with the public bare bottom spanking for survival of her royal position. Dany accepted that she was going to be spanked and self-preservation became top of mind. She had to smile somewhat in a sly manner out of view, but satisfying to one, herself. Secure in the knowledge only Jon's hand would meet the two cushions of her white pillow-like cheeks of her arse.
"You may have had the ability to have shone many faces. However, as is can crystal clear, I am face to your back face and though you are small in stature, Sana you possess what must be described in art as a fine, round arse that begs for my attention."
"You bugger! This is a show damn it. Not, so hard, Jon Danearys angrily spouted loudly.
Egged on by the roar of the crowd who were enjoying finally the comeuppance of their queen. The punishing hand not only continued, but spread its heat all across the surface and right across the tender, middle of her arse crack.
Danearys Targaryen tried desperately, "oo." But, a fart announced to all that Danearys brow lifted as she realized she had failed in that endeavor and blemished and stained the slightly spread crack between her reddened cheeks. A stain was seen the pedestal of the Iron Throne as brown straps bound the great queen who had fallen from grace. The raised brow of many in the crowd along with her remaining dragon spiked spread eagled looked up at its mother. Laughter from the amused guards and surrounding villagers made Dany's other cheeks match her arse as they flushed with a sudden heat of embarrassment and humiliation.
The royal, Danearys Targaryen. A queen, yet deep down the blond beauty was still a girl at heart. The new demanding heat in her derriere made her see the errors of her recent capricious rule. Realized, acknowledged and now she was open to change.
Daneary, the blond goddess queen gave a demonstration which illustrated that in the end of just how much the femme ruler who had turned on the people and scorched the villages with dragons to ruble and villager's deaths. Was still hurting, She plopped her red-hot blister covered arse into the snow in front of the Seven Kingdoms grandstand. The contact of the powder white snow and her bright red arse was striking to those onlookers from the royal boxes. Daneary, had a condition commonly known as 'icy ass.' There were cackles and catcalls of derision which humiliated the blond queen. But, one look at Jon, a man, a fine masculine specimen made the assembled crowd and Daneary to wonder if this was really the end.
Questions abound:
Was there more interest in Daneary now reddened arse and by whom?
Will Jon continue with anal discipline or let Tyrion, the sadistic midget climb up between her arse cheeks and tickle her entrails?
Will Arya set sail with a sore tail lie the sting from an asp to explore west of Westeros?