This story takes place a little before the first book/season of A Game of Thrones. Warning: spanking/discipline story. Any errors are mine. Clearly, I own nothing related to the show or books.
Jon knew this was a bad idea. He had told Robb that, but Robb said that Theon was paying and had arranged almost everything. At the same time he was more than a little excited by it, an outing to the brothel. They had always heard about the wild things that went on there. The older lads often retold stories of the lewd things the girls there would do for the right amount of coin. He blushed just thinking of some of the things. Even at 15, he knew that they were probably exaggerating and bluffing...But even if what a 1/10 of what they said was true, it would be better than working on the lesson Maester Luwin had set for them. That damn Theon had gotten them all in trouble with his jesting and fooling around. Now, they all had about two hours of punishment work. Some paper about the motto of each house and their sigils or some other such dull task.
Theon claimed that he had already been to the brothel twice before. Jon did believe him because one of the older boys whose father was the stable master verified it. Theon could have threatened to shoot him with his bow if he didn't say it, though. He did things like that from time to time. But Jon assumed others had snuck of the great castle before and would after. All they had to do was slip past the night guards if they could stay awake late enough to carry out this adventure. They had tried it a time or two before after borrowing a few skins of wine or a small barrel of ale. Those times they had all fallen into deep sleeps and missed their opportunity.
If they actually could stay up, they might be able to pull it off if Robb was with them. It was hard for the younger guards to deny the future Lord of Winterfell anything. They knew he would be the Warden of the North someday. It didn't bother Jon anymore that Robb was the to be the Lord and how differently he was treated then he himself was, as the Warden of the North's bastard son. He had accepted his place and loved his half brother without envy. He did, however, get just a bit alarmed at Robb's bravado and confidence, especially when it made him reckless and bold. The constant arse kissing of Theon never helped. Theo was older and always trying to gain Robb's favor at the cost of making Jon look stupid. Robb never seemed to notice the rivalry for his affection much. He seemed somehow above it. They both were devoted to Robb. To each other, not so much. Jon did make a grim face when he thought of some of the older guards. They would not bow down to the son when they served the Lord of Winterfell and he alone.
"Face it, Bastard, you're afraid to do it," Theon taunted Jon.
"No, Fool, I just don't want to end up getting the strap again because of your stupidity!" Jon retorted.
"My stupidity? It's you that always gives us away with your sad eyes and guilty looks. In the Iron Isles a man is known for..." Theo started to lecture.
"Oh piss on the Iron Isles, you aren't there now, man! In Westeros, it's..." Jon interrupted.
"Ho, Lads, tonight is our night to become MEN! I already spoke to Walden, the new guard. He said he would help us." Robb whispered excitedly, interrupting both of the other boys, as he entered the chamber. Due to their admiration of Robb, they both tried put aside their enmity and hid it while he was around. At times like this, it was a struggle for Jon to go around with things. After all, he just didn't trust Theon.
"Sounds like a fine idea, Robb," Theon said, now trying to groom himself in the polished piece of metal they used as a looking glass. He then started to smooth down his hair in the front. He was in need of a haircut.
"Aye, it seems fun, Robb, but I'm just thinking that Olyver, that other new guard is a real stickler. If he tells Father that we're up to something or gods forbid, your mother," Jon ventured. Catelyn would not look kindly on Jon or Theon corrupting her boy.
"Calm thyself. They won't find out. Ingrit, that maid with the large teats, said that she will dose the older guards with a bit of herbs to make them tired. We have got this covered tonight," Robb was always confident that his plans would work out. Sometimes they did, like the time they shared a skin of wine with some of the serving girls and maids. They ran out of wine before anything untoward had happened. If they could get away with that, maybe this would work out? Jon suspected that Jeyne Poole, the steward's daughter and Sansa's friend may have caught wind of it. Maybe Theon sweet talked her, some girls did seem to like him for some reason.
The boys tried to rest a bit before and after the evening meal. Father had glanced at them a few times at dinner with a questioning look. The boys were quieter then usual, not pestering him to take them for a hunt. Any time when they weren't at lessons or training, was a holiday. Sansa and Arya even seemed to glance at each other a few times in confusion. The boys did not tease or mock them much tonight. Father asked the boys about some new training methods they were learning. Robb mentioned learning a double sword technique that he had heard about.
Arya said, "Teach me, Robb. I want to train with you!"
Catelyn frowned and said, "Maybe after you start to improve with your needlework."
Sansa mumbled, "That's never going to happen."
"Shut up, you stupid cow!" shouted Arya, ready to kick Sansa under the table.
"Girls, that is enough," Catelyn said firmly. She wasn't adverse to taking her heavy hairbrush to both of them before bed and they knew it.
Father finally dismissed them all for the night. Catelyn went to check on Bran and Rickon who supped with Old Nan in the nursery. A few hours later, they would be having the best night of their lives.
They put on their second best clothes, combed their hair, washed behind their ears and got ready for a big night. It was cold outside and the boys walked quickly through the gate. The brothel was a few miles away, but they made good time. Winter was coming and there was no time to make merry then the present.
Getting into the establishment cost a bit more coin than they thought. However, Theon charmed the doorman into letting them in with a handful of coin and a few jokes.
He whispered to Jon, "You owe me." Jon just rolled his eyes.
A while later, the boys were getting drunk on watery ale and finally in the company of a few young ladies of the night. Jon was in a room with a lovely red-haired girl named Roz. She could tell he was shy and she went slowly. However, as soon she took off her dress and bared herself, Jon panicked.
"I can't do this," he cried as he ran out of the room. His face was flushed and he was devastated. The thought that he might fill Roz's belly with another bastard like himself, another Snow, made him sick. But something would soon make him sicker.
As he exited the room, he saw Serr Rodrick. Seven hells, they were found out. Rodrick was with a few of the lads from the castle looking around. He laid eyes on Jon and Jon froze.
"Serr Rodrick, we can explain..." Jon muttered, as he slowly trudged toward him.
"Save it for Lord Stark, he'll want to have a word with you boys. Where are the other two?" he said harshly.
"I'll fetch them," Jon muttered. The other lads were caught between leering at the girls and smirking at Jon. Maybe the Lord would take the boys to task in the great hall? That would be entertaining.
After Robb and Theon were rounded up by Jon, they looked like they were about to cry. Serr Rodrick clamped a huge hand around Robb's around and marched him outside. Robb was smart enough to go willingly and look embarrassed. Theon followed, but not as sheepishly. Jonn trudged along more mad at himself than anyone else. He was a fool and deserved what he got.
Theon started to complain about all the coin he had spent. One of the guards smacked him on the back of the head and said, "Get moving, Laddie. Coin will be the last thing on your mind soon. His Lordship is most wrothful right now."
They had to double up on horses and the mood was quite a bit more somber than when they left the castle.
Rodrick steered them up to their bedroom and told them to dress for bed. They were not to leave under any circumstances. They quickly dressed and then sat on the beds. Jon was struggling not to cry, also upset about the incident with Roz. Theon was miffed and trying to figure out how they had been found out.
Robb was a little relieved, in the sense that he really wasn't sure what he was doing with the girl, but also afraid. He knew his parents would be the most disappointed in him. More was expected from him. Theon had been trying to make him a man, Jon had just been going along with the two of them. Tear started dripping down his face. He swiped them away with irritation.
The door finally swung open. Lord Eddard Stark entered. He had a fur lined robe around him and looked tired.
"Boys, we were quite worried about you. Robb, your lady mother was quite... upset. One of the older guards discovered your little plot after one of the new guards came clean. Jory is dealing with him now," Eddard started. Jory was the captain of the guard and a kindly fellow. Like many of the Northmen, he had a hard hand when necessary.
"Father, we're sorry. We just weren't thinking straight. Please...Jon and Theon did it for me, for my name day. Do not blame them," Robb pleaded.
"Robb, that's enough! Your name day isn't for two months. You all knew what you did was wrong. What if one of you got in an accident, attacked, or kidnapped? Seven hells, some of those girls carry the pox! Do you want to get that?" The Lord of Winterfell thundered.
All three boys looked down pathetically. What had they been thinking?
"My brothers and I did this same thing around your age," Lord Stark shared with a sad grimace.
"Really? Father, you never told us that." Jon said. Actually, he hardly spoke at all about the past. It was too painful for him.
"I know," he said softly. "Maybe I should. Let me tell you, after our father was done with us, we never glanced at that blasted whore house again...no less thought about visiting it," he almost seemed lost in the memory for a moment.
"I'm not going to whip you as hard as my father did, but I think you will all agree that you deserve to be punished," Eddard said.
They all nodded. Theon thought about the time he got a thrashing for knocking down Old Nan. That strap stung were then anything! Anything but that strap.
"Theon, you are the oldest. You are first. I want you to come over here. You, two, face the wall," Lord Stark said he dragged a straight backed chair over.
Theon was surprised, the last time he was whipped, he had to lean over the table in the great hall to take the strap. Ned sat down heavily and gripped Theon's arms lightly.
"Theon, you're the oldest and I know you think you are a man, but you are still a boy. I'm going to prove that to you," Ned said as he pulled Theon heavily across his lap.
"No, my Lord, please anything but this! I'll stay in position, I'm not a baby," he cried. Ned steadied him and placed his left hand on Theon's back.
Ned's heavy hand cracked down on Theon's behind hard. Whap! It made a dull sound through the layers of his night robe and his small clothes. Ned realized this too. He started to pull up the material. Bang! BANG! BANG! He hand now just smacked the layer of small clothes. This wouldn't do.
"Stand up, Theon!" Ned snapped. Theon obeyed. Ned yanked off his small clothes and placed Theon back over his knee.
Theon's face grew hot and flushed. His hands were on the fur rug and he looked up to see if Robb and Jon were watching this epic humiliation. They were younger, it wouldn't be as bad for them. Then again, this whole thing was his idea so they wouldn't be about to be here if it weren't for him.
Now bared with his night dress above his bottom, the next spank was much louder and Theon howled. "Arghh!" That really smarted.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Please, my Lord. I'm sorry," Theon wailed.
"Oh, Theon, you will be, Lad," The Warden of the North smiled sadly.
Out of his robe, he pulled out the large wooden hairbrush that his wife had encouraged him to use. She said that these boys need be punished and shown that they were not as grown as they thought. As always, he respected the wisdom and child rearing skills of his lady wife. She had kept all these children alive and in line up until this point.
Ned flicked down his wrist with a snap and Theon wailed again. The boy flailed and jerked, but Ned's other arm held his down in place. Very effective.
He paddled him firmly, but certainly not as hard as her could. He never brought his arm up very high, but he was seeming to be getting very good results. Ned threw his right leg over Theon's legs to stop them from thrashing around too much. He didn't want to hit the wrong area. Theon's behind was already a bright shade of red.
He put the hairbrush down and smacked Theon's bare behind five more times. The boy was wailing and seemed like he had stopped struggling.
Ned stopped the spanking and started rubbing Theon's back.
"It's over. Shh..." He muttered as he pulled his hair out of his face. After a moment or two, he stood him up. He almost felt like Theon was going to slump down again and he put his arms around him. Theon melted into him, still weeping, but now much quieter.
"It was my fault, like the other two go. I talked them into it," Theon pleaded.
"Theon, thank you for telling me that. However, you know that they knew very well what they were doing. Now go lay down. Maester Luwin will be in soon with some salve," Ned said kindly. This wasn't easy for him. But duty called.
He followed the same procedure with the other two boys. He warmed them up with his hand, bared them, and then paddled the daylights out of them with Catelyn's hairbrush over his knee.
When all three were well-spanked and face down on the bed sporting bright red behinds, Maester Luwin came in.
"I am so sorry that you had to get out of bed for these naughty boys, Maester," Ned apologized.
"Nonsense, M'lord. I seem to remember doing the same for a certain young lord a time or two," Luwin quipped.
"Aye, but I never shirked punishment work to go to a whore house, did I? Please feel free to express any displeasure you have about that either before or after you apply the salve," Ned said, patting each boy on the head as he left.
"Good night, boys," Ned said as he left the room to a chorus of soft sniffles.
Maester Luwin went to Robb first. Robb was half asleep, but still crying a little.
"Robb, I know you have already been punished by your father, but that was for sneaking out. You also failed to do your assignments that we assigned for your misbehavior during lessons today," Maester said with great disappoint.
"I am sorry, Maester, we weren't thinking about that," Robb said, sobbing softly.
"I am going to apply this healing salve because I can see you have already had a good paddling, but then you will receive my punishment. As Lord Stark says, 'Winter is coming', we don't have time for these petty behaviors. You must not repeat this-ever," Maester said already rubbing in his special recipe salve into Robb's sore posterior. He knew it took a while to soak in.
After completing this task, he slipped the ruler from his robe, and smacked it down hard five times on the tender area right above the boy's thighs.
He kissed him on the head and said, "It's over, now sleep."
Jon was next to feel his ministrations. The balm felt cool on his burning arse, but he knew he deserved the extra whacks with the ruler. He let himself not only get off task during the lesson, but drawn into this whole mess.
"Jon, I'm going to give you a bit extra because I know how you torture yourself," Maester said as he put his left hand on Jon's back. He applied the ruler ten times to Jon's thighs and sit spots quite hard. Jon couldn't help bucking and moving, but Maester held him in place.
"It's over, Jon. Now, sleep," the kindly Maester commanded.
Maester went over to Theon. His backside was almost looking bruised. He put a thick layer of salve and said, "Theon, you know what you did. I think you had enough of the stick. However, I do want you to write me an essay tomorrow on what you learned from this experience."
Theon groaned, he'd rather take the extra whacks. More work. Maybe he could get Jon to write it for him? Maybe Jeyne Poole?
Whack! Maester Luwin thundered, "No Theon, you will do it yourself, do you understand me?"
"Yes, Maester, I am sorry," Theon cried with just the one last smack reigniting the fire that his guardian had lit earlier. Maester Luwin smiled and kissed his head and left.
"I am sorry, boys," Theon muttered. However, they were both fast asleep. In another moment, Theon was also.