Daenerys/Doreah
The most powerful queen in the Dothraki Sea sat on the edge of her bed in the tent that she shared with her husband, arguing with one of her most trusted servants.
"I was only doing what your brother told me to Khalessi" Doreah stated unrepentantly. So what if she took a little longer than usual when she was completing an errand for her mistress? She must realise that she's not the only person whose orders she had to obey.
Daenerys frowned at this excuse. "I don't care what my brother said; you're here to serve me".
The servant looked repentant "I'm sorry Khalessi" she said with a tone that suggested that she was only saying that because she had better things to do, her arms were crossed and she still maintained eye contact with her mistress.
"I don't think you are though. She was getting upset now and getting angry, her brother had always told her that she shouldn't argue with her servants, that if they disobeyed her just have them punished or remove them from her service but she enjoyed an argument. This was especially true as this particular handmaiden was nearly a decade older than her.
"What are you going to do about it though? Have some of your husband's men strip me naked, tie me to a post and whip me like a runaway slave?" Doreah asked, adopting an argumentative stance.
"I don't need my husband's men to do anything. Fetch me my hairbrush" She had finally had enough, while she would normally call for some of the Dothraki men loyal to her husband to punish her recalcitrant servant, she was in a bad mood today and really wanted to hit something. Her handmaiden's bottom would be an excellent target.
Doreah's jaw dropped, she stayed rooted to the spot. She had a good idea what her mistress intended and the very idea was laughable. She hadn't been punished in such a way since she had finished her training in Lys so many years ago.
"The ivory one" Daenerys added, her sharp tone breaking her servant out of her reminiscing.
Doreah realised that she didn't have a choice so rushed to comply with the order. She hardly remembered her spankings except for the fact that they hurt a bit. She was sure that she could take whatever her mistress did now as her pain tolerance was much higher than when she was a little girl.
She knew where the hairbrush was, how could she not after weeks of brushing her Khalessi's hair every evening before she went to sleep? So within 30 seconds she was back in the centre of the tent about seven feet away from her, still sitting, mistress.
"Good" Daenerys stated "now pull down your shorts"
Daenerys smiled as her handmaiden complied with her order, leaving the brush on the floor first and then placing her thumbs through the top of her shorts and pushing. They came down quite slowly, though this was due to the garment being quite tight rather than her servant's modesty. By now, she didn't have any around the Khalessi, especially after the lessons that she had giving her on how to please her husband.
Daenery's watched in silence as the older woman wiggled slightly to help shorts fall. They did, first revealing her thick maidenhair, then her pale upper thighs and then down the tanned part of her legs where her traditional Dothraki shorts did not usually cover.
She then stepped out of her shorts, leaving her standing silent before her queen naked from the waist down.
"Pick up the brush and bring it to me"
Doreah, spread her bare legs a bit for balance and bent forward until one of her hands was on the floor right next to the brush. She grabbed it and came back up easily.
Dany let out a small sigh, even now her handmaiden just had to show off.
"Come over here" she said softly, only now realising that she was actually going to spank someone.
Doreah complied quick enough but the joking look that she sent towards her steeled her resolve and she swore to herself that she wouldn't stop until her servant showed some contrition.
She moved back into the bed a bit until there was enough room for the servant to lie across her lap.
When Doreah reached her, she accepted the hairbrush and told her to lie across her knee.
Doreah sent her mistress one last smile before complying. She laid across the younger woman's knee with the upper part of her body on the bed and her bare legs hanging off of it.
Her naked bottom was mostly over Dany's right leg while she could feel her mistress' left one pushing lightly against the bottom of her stomach.
She waited for the first strike to land with her bottom clenched and her legs pressed tightly together.
Daenerys had other ideas though. She sat there for a bit just staring down at her handmaiden's pale backside. It was stuck out waiting for the brush with her back bent so that the top part of her body was leaning downwards, though to a lesser extent than her legs. She used her hand to brush the woman's dark hair off of her back until it pooled on the bed to the left of her handmaiden's head.
She gently placed the cold hairbrush against her servants' backside and smiled as the woman winced as if she had delivered a huge blow. She moved the hairbrush downwards, comparing the colour of it to her tanned leg.
She lifted the brush off of her handmaiden's naked flesh and held it in the air for a second taking one last appreciative look at the way that the candlelight in her tent danced across her behind.
SMACK!
She brought the brush down hard onto her servant's right cheek.
Doreah yelped in pain and wiggled her bottom in an attempt to get rid of the stinging sensation that followed. It was much worse than expected and for the first time, she doubted that she'd get through this with her dignity intact.
The Khalessi decided to wait a second before delivering her second swat. Her victim's yelp had given her a rush.
SMACK!
"Owww!" Doreah moaned as the next swat fell onto her left cheek and with it the same burning sensation that came after the first.
Daenery's smiled as she brought the brush back up again. She noticed that a pink, oval shaped mark had appeared on Doreah's right cheek and now she saw one developing on her handmaiden's left. They stood starkly against her bale rear end and left her with a bit of sadness that they would disappear amongst the other marks as she continued the spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Dany delivered five more smacks to her servant's bottom each one harder than the last as she grew in confidence.
Doreah moaned in pain into her mistress' blankets and wiggled her bottom some more in a futile effort to avoid the hairbrush swats which fell against her defenceless derrière. "Stop it, it hurts!" she screamed but it was no use.
The older woman reached back with one of her hands to try and stop the spanking but the Khalessi simply grabbed it and held it behind her back.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The noise of the swats was so loud that the Khalessi was worried that some of her husband's blood riders would come into the tent to see what all of the commotion was.
"It hurts so much!" Doreah screamed into the blankets as she kicked her legs in a vain attempt to escape her punishment.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Daenery's delivered another barrage of swats, each one slightly weaker as her arm grew more and more tired, causing her to take a little break. Not that the older woman noticed as her legs flailed around ineffectually as the smacks landed.
It was at that moment that another of Daenery's handmaidens entered the room.
"What is going on Khalessi?" Irri asked in the common tongue, though her Dothraki accent made it difficult for her mistress to understand her.
"I'm teaching Doreah here a lesson" the Khalessi replied a little breathlessly. She was unsurprised that her youngest servant was a little shocked, it was not every day what one walks into a tent to find their friend's bare bottom facing them. Especially if it was an unexpected colour.
"I see" she responded, completely unfazed by the situation that she had found herself in. "Would you like some help?" She asked in the same way she'd offer to help her with her Dothraki practice.
"Of course, could you hold Doreah's legs in place please? All of this resistance is getting annoying." She responded.
"Of course Khalessi" She replied with a smile and sat down on the floor beside the oldest handmaiden's legs, which were spread apart slightly, before wrapping her fingers around the woman's legs holding them in place.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Daenery's resumed the spanking harder than ever.
"Owwwwwwwwwww" Doreah screamed into the blankets, her bottom was on fire. She tried to move her legs but it was futile as they would hardly budge.
"Excuse me Khalessi" Irri respectfully interrupted her mistress who paused the spanking for a second.
"Yes?"
"I couldn't help but notice that you're focusing most of your swats on the middle of Doreah's bottom, you would get better results if you targeted here and here" she moved her hand to the bottom of Doreah's bottom where it met the thigh and tapped them lightly.
"Thank you" Dany said to her servant as she resumed the spanking.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The older woman began to sob as the swats continued to rain down on her, now with a particular focus on her lower bottom which hurt even more than swats on other areas of her bottom.
The Khalessi smiled as she felt her servant's resistance begin to slow. She hadn't finished just yet but she was already sure that her servant would be more prompt when she was obeying her orders in the future.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Daenerys continued the spanking for a little bit but her arm grew tired once again quite quickly. Once she was finished, there was no sound in the tent except for her handmaiden's muffled sobs.
She was tempted to finish with a few extra hard ones but her arm was quite sore from all of the exercise and by that point she had decided that her servant had suffered enough.
Doreah's bottom was a mess, the Khalessi thought as she looked down upon it. There were very dark splotches right down the middle of each cheek where she had focussed her swats the colour got paler the further away from these areas it was.
Doreah continued to sob into the blanket and, as she was not in a rush to leave, Daenerys allowed her to remain where she was, contenting herself with holding her ivory hair brush just above her handmaiden's bare bottom and comparing it to the colours which were now decorating it's surface.
Irri though, released her fellow servant's legs, stood up and left without another word.
Eventually, Doreah calmed down and her mistress allowed her up.
"I'm sorry Khalessi" She said as she looked down on the floor between her and her mistress through her bloodshot eyes.
"You should be" she replied "I am very disappointed with your behaviour and expect better from you in the future. You are now to go back to your tent and stay there all night, you won't be getting any dinner." She finished.
Doreah went to put on her shorts but a look from Daenery's stopped her so that she was forced to return to her tent with her bare bottom on full display.
The Khalessi hoped that this added humiliation would ensure that there wouldn't be a repeat of this sort of behaviour.
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