A/N: Another filling of a prompt from dragonage_kink. This one asked for:
"Loghain believes he has caught the Warden (F!Surana, F!Tabris, or F!Mahariel) stealing from him. Rather than having her arrested and/or executed, he decides to give her a spanking. Warden is unexpectedly aroused. Bonus points if sexytime ensues.
Whether it was true thievery or a horrible misunderstanding is up to you.
Where and when this all transpires is up to you (Ostagar, post-Landsmeet, post-Coronation, AU, etc).
Whether sex is con, dub-con, or non-con is up to you, just so long as Loghain tops! :D"
My answer was the following...
Unexpected Punishment
A/N: Consider it that the "companions" have a few days rest in Redcliff, it's after the Landsmeet but before Morrigan's offer.
Loghain woke with a start. The book in his lap fell to the floor. He had drifted asleep in Redcliff Castle's library. Mildly irritated, he retrieved the book, set it back on the shelf and headed to his room. It must have been square in the middle of the night as not a soul seemed to be stirring.
Opening the door to his room his eyes immediately narrowed as someone was in it, squatting by his bags in the corner. It was Kallian, the woman who managed to turn his life upside down. She stood up with a start and spun, her long black hair swirling with the motion. In her hand was a familiar round tin can.
Loghain's lips curled into a frown and he shut the door behind him, "So you've been the one taking samples of tea from my pack."
The surprised look slipped off her face to be replaced by the one of cool confidence she often wore. She settled those dark eyes of hers on him before speaking, "This blend seems to help induce dreamless sleep."
Snorting once he walked closer to her, the candle light and firelight from the hearth made the shadows between them dance and jump.
"It does do that," he crossed his arms over his chest. "But it's no excuse for you to just simply pilfer it from my belongings on a whim."
With neither of them in armor and both wearing simple cloth clothing, he didn't quite realize just how much smaller the elven woman was compared to himself. The top of her head just barely came to his shoulder and where he was broad, she was slender. Though she certainly wasn't without some womanly curve to her body.
Kallian wasn't intimidated and she brushed her hair to the side idly, "And why not? You're under me now, aren't you?"
The way she twisted the words "under me" into something lurid didn't escape his notice.
"You're my commanding officer, not my master," he stepped closer and held his hand out for the tin. "If you wanted to borrow some all you had to do was ask."
His fellow Warden curled her lips into a mild smirk and she placed the tin in his hand, "I don't borrow. I just take. It's how I've managed to make it this far. Guess I'll just have to come back later and take it when you're asleep."
Her cocky tone made Loghain grit his teeth and he grabbed her wrist as she walked passed him. Getting jerked up short, she glared heatedly at him.
"So are you saying that since you took the Landsmeet from me that it gives you carte blanche to take everything else?"
"Yes," she answered so bluntly that it made him blink. "I took the arrogant Dalish to task, I took the Anvil for my own use, and I took Redcliff away from a demon that didn't deserve it. If one doesn't take, then they get taken from." Her voice dipped to almost a hiss. "I learned that the hard way and I'll have no more taken from me."
And there it was, the look in her eye that made Loghain bend knee and submit. A hardened core that booked no opposition. It was a look that only true rulers and men of solid ambition should carry, yet here it was in the form of a lithe and beautiful elf woman from the Denerim Alienage. He knew then that if he was to fight by her side that he was going to have to press some of his own will in return and show that he was not to be taken advantage of.
"If that's the way of it," still holding to her wrist he put the tin of tea on the night stand, then roughly pulled her closer to the bed, "then it seems a lesson is in order."
"What are you-"
"You tried to take, but you were caught this time," he sat on the bed. Kallian gurgled out a sound of surprise as he twisted her arm behind her back and turned her body around, bending her over his knee. "That means you should be punished, but since jailing and flogging are out of the question, I'll have to settle for this."
Now she started to struggle and glared at him over her shoulder, "You wouldn't! Don't-AH!"
He slapped the flat of his hand on her rear solidly. The sound reverberated off the stone walls nicely. Loghain spanked her again, causing her to jerk and struggle. Holding firmly to the wrist he had twisted behind her back, he spanked her again and again, intending to humiliate her.
"Don't ever steal from me again," he spanked her harder on the emphasis of the words.
She writhed in his lap, trying to turn the wrist he had a solid hold on, "N-no, stop . . . d-don't . . . please st- oh!"
Kallian gasped and Loghain's hand stopped in mid-spank, his eyes widening slightly. Her gasp was not the sort he thought he would hear. It was then that he realized that her struggle was more of a squirm and she panted in the fashion of one aroused.
Loghain felt the heat crawl up his neck. This reaction was certainly unexpected. She seemed too willful a woman to submit to anyone. He had half expected her to hurt him in some fashion in order to get out of her predicament, yet she hadn't. Perhaps he was mistaken. Perhaps the stinging hits simply hurt and he was reading the situation completely wrong.
He had to be sure. Placing his hand on her rear again he smoothed it over the well formed curve. Loghain felt her sigh at the caress. Then he spanked her again. She jerked and gasped once more.
"Ah! S-stop," she hissed out, her body writhing pleasantly in his lap.
His body suddenly wanted to go somewhere he hadn't intended when he started this. Thinking for a second to let her go and regain his senses, her words came back at him.
If one doesn't take, then they get taken from.
Fine, he would follow his commander's philosophy and take what was right in front of him. If she refused, that would be her prerogative, but if she was willing . . .
He pulled her up by her shoulder, turned her to face him and forced her to straddle his thigh. Reaching around her back, he held firm to the crook of her elbow. It effectively kept her in place, pinning her other arm to her side and her chest pressed to his. Looking at her face he saw that it was flush and not with anger or pain.
Loghain said nothing at first. He examined her face for long moments, then spanked her once more with his free hand. The elf jerked and gasped again, and her cheeks reddened further. She turned her head away briefly and she seemed just as shocked as he. Kallian looked him in the eyes and it was hard to place if it was fear or amazement in her gaze.
"Not quite as punishing as I was intending it to be," he rumbled, smoothing his hand around her buttocks. "And not quite the sensation you were expecting either, was it?"
"N . . . no," there was a quiver in her voice that sounded quite pleasing to his ears.
Pressing his thigh up further between her legs and squeezing her ass, he marveled that she responded in a positive manner, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she whimpered out and she rolled her hips slightly, rubbing her mound on his leg through the cloth of their breeches.
As her heated breath brushed his lips, he could feel his loins stir for her and he couldn't resist. He kissed her, immediately plunging his tongue into her mouth. Loghain tasted wine on her lips. Any moment now he was certain Kallian would come to her senses and fight him off, but instead her tongue played and swirled with his making the kiss deepen. It was he that broke the kiss off and, testing, he released the grip on her elbow. Her arms slid up his chest and circled around his neck. She lifted, bringing herself up to the bed and straddled his hips.
"More," she whispered against his lips. "More, please."
Kallian pushed fully against him and they both quivered as she rubbed against the evidence of his arousal. Her heady begging voice was making him harder. Crushing his lips against hers, his hands slid up her back. He laid down on the bed, pulling her down with him. Letting a hand slap against her rear again, she whimpered into his mouth and jerked her hips forward in response.
It was an interesting turn of events and for a moment Loghain had to wonder who was really doing the taking here. If anything, by the morning things were going to be . . . quite different between them.
A/N: Again, this is just a one-shot. I will not be continuing it.