Chapter Two: The Lioness spanks the Rose

(Spoilers up until Season 5)

Margaery and Cersei stood confronting each other in Baelor's Sept after Joffrey's funeral procession. There was an awkward silence. Margaery wanted to know what was going to happen next after Joffrey's untimely death, whether she would marry Tommen or not.

"Loras is ecstatic about the wedding," Margaery lied.

"Is she?" Cersei replied sarcastically.

"Yes actually," said Margaery, "it will be so wonderful. When I am married to Tommen you'll be my mother and when I marry Tommen you and I will be sisters, isn't that just delightful!"

"Marry Tommen?" asked Cersei rhetorically. "I wonder where you were hearing that."

"Oh, don't play games sister, or future sister I should say. Our fathers are far too keen on the unity of the Lannisters and the Tyrells to ignore such an opportunity."

"Lannisters?" said Cersei. "My little sweet thing you confuse me, Tommen is a Baratheon, son of Robert Baratheon the First of his Name!"

"Of course," said Margaery sheepishly.

Cersei was getting irritated. She hated Margaery's smile and the way she threw her words around without so much as a hint of caution about what she was saying. I will not let that bitch have my Tommen, I will not let her dig her claws into him like she did with Joffrey. I will start a war before-. Her train of thought was cut short as Margaery continued talking.

"Do you really think it was the Imp?" she asked suddenly.

"Sweet thing," said Cersei. "You truly don't understand. I know it was him, he said to me, 'I will hurt you for this, a day will come when you think you are safe and happy and your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you will know the debt is paid.' He hated Joffrey, and that Stark bitch hated Joffrey. They plotted and schemed to kill him, I know it! Didn't you see him, standing with the cup of poisoned wine?"

"Well, the judges will get to the truth of it," said Margaery.

"They will," said Cersei confidently.

There was a long silence before Margaery spoke. "Killed by his own uncle, a terrible thing. What would you call that? Avunculicide?"

"Nepoticide."

"Oh yes, and to kill your brother is fratricide. To kill your father is patricide-"

"Nobody cares what killing your father is called," said Cersei.

Some Kingsguard members walked about, preparing to protect Cersei and Margaery. Margaery and Cersei stood there talking and the conversation began to get all the more heated when Margaery started speaking about Sansa.

"I do not believe she had anything to do with the king's death," she said. "She was such a sweet, vulnerable thing. She was not a killer."

"She was a wolf in sheep's clothing," said Cersei. "Her father was a traitor, she has traitor's blood only I did not see it. I was such a fool!"

"Pity? I thought she was a sweet thing-"

"Poisoned wine looks sweet little girl, before it kills you."

"I suppose she had reason though-"

"Are you attempting to justify her actions?" asked Cersei, now red in the face with anger.

"Not at all," Margaery said calmly. "I was merely pointing out that she had reason. Nothing could justify what she did, if she did it. Why would anyone even think of killing Joffrey, such an innocent and kind boy?"

"You know what Joffrey was! Everybody knew what Joffrey was! I knew what he was!" Cersei cried. "Enough with your lies! All you do is lie, and seduce, it's what you did with Joffrey, I will not let you do it with Tommen. You're just a whore!"

Margaery against her better judgement lost it and slapped Cersei right smack on the face. Cersei stepped backwards in surprise. Margaery then called the guards and ordered them to escort Cersei from Baelor's Sept.

Cersei did not move, nor did any of the guards.

"Take her," said Cersei.

The guards stepped forward and grabbed Margaery.

"What are you doing?" the girl shrieked. "I am the queen, take your hands off me! My father will hear of this!"

"You are not the queen," Cersei said with a smile. "You never married Joffrey, he had to put his cock in you to consummate the marriage. You're nothing more than a naughty rich spoiled whore, one who deserves a little punishment." The she smacked Margaery's bottom with her hand there as she stood, but there was no response. "Lady Margaery's dress provides too much protection," Cersei said, "unburden her."

Margaery's dress from the waist down was torn off, and then the guards took off the undergarments. Margaery was held there, screaming like a child, naked from the waist down.

"Bend over my knee," Cersei ordered. The guards let Margaery go but prevented her from escaping. Margaery stood there, Cersei then gave her a threatening glance which meant 'It will be worse if you resist.' When this was accomplished and Margaery was firm over her lap like a naughty bitch, she raised her hand to Margaery's bare bottom, which stuck up in the air, awaiting her spanking.

Cersei was not new to thing form of discipline. When her maidens disobeyed in Casterly Rock and even at the Red Keep when she had been married to Robert, she'd have them flogged, or strapped, or spanked by guards some of the time, but often, even more often than not, she would enjoy taking the responsibility of disciplining them herself. She remembered their screams and she forced them bare bottom and laid them over her lap or made them bend over a desk or put their hands on the wall to receive a thrashing. Now the Rose of Highgarden lay across her knee in her keep, to Cersei, it felt like justice. Her hand was raised and it came down hard.

Smack!

There was a slapping noise of Cersei's bare hand on Margaery's bare bottom. Her cheeks jiggled and there was a slight pink handprint as Cersei lifted her hand. Margaery made no reaction.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Margaery gasped slightly. Cersei continued to spank her hard with her right hand, focusing on her sit spots, remembering how her maidens used to squirm when they tried to sit down. After a while of hand over the knee spanking which prompted Margaery into gasps and moans of pain, Cersei felt she wasn't getting through enough to her. Then she ordered the guards to bring her a rod. Margaery screamed and shook violently when she noticed the dreaded implement being presented before her, but the guards held her tight. Cersei was given the cane a cane.

"Lift her up and bend her over, I want her to feel the pain she caused me!" said Cersei. Then she lifted the cane high into the air.

"It was only a light slap!" Margaery pleaded as she was lifted and forced to bend down, but in vain, because Cersei was not referring to Margaery's slap to her face. Her bare bottom was now bent over, revealing all that was inside the wench's crack, now exposed to the ceiling of Baelor's Sept, all for the Seven to see.

Thwack!

A shriek of pain echoed from the girl's lips. The cane hurt tenfold more than the queen regent's hand. She desperately tried to free herself but like before, it was hopeless.

Thwack!

Margaery screamed and Cersei struck again on bare flesh. Cersei could already see fresh red marks on her lovely bottom. More marks followed as the cane swished in the air and struck the poor girl. Her round cheeks bounced as the thin stick cut through air and painfully administered Cersei's self-perceived justice.

Thwack!

It stings like mad, thought Margaery, then she felt another fiery slash on her bottom that made her scream and jump forward, only to be held tighter from the very amused guards, who were eyeing her bottom greedily and cackling.

Thwack!

It burns! Margaery thought, her bottom was ablaze, it stung and the humiliation was more than she could bear. Another lash struck down, hit her buttocks across both exposed cheeks and deflected off with a loud crack. Even the cool air from the draft coming from outside the Red Keep, which glossed over her burning skin, could not comfort her pain, which intensified with each stroke of the cane.

All of Cersei's rage from her son's death unleashed on the innocent wench, all the anger she kept boiled up for Tyrion, her father, even Jaime was being placed on Margaery. From thigh to thigh Margaery was in agony, and Cersei was relentless. Her bottom was bright red and the marks deep. Skin was now ripped from flesh and small portions of blood oozed out from the fresh scars of the cane.

Cersei saw her wounded bare bottom and stopped, leant down and whispered in Margaery's ear.

"Don't ever think of striking me again," she said in a menacing voice, which growled like a lioness'. But Cersei thought of making more threats, which concerned Tommen and herself, but thought better of it. She shouldn't let on all of her hatred towards her, so she let her go, crying, running away, bare bottom and all. She watched him go and knew it was only the beginning.

Margaery hid herself and rubbed her stinging bottom. She wept softly as her had attempted to comfort her bruised backside. But all she could think about was; how can I make love to my little Tommen tonight?