This is the story of what happened to the girls of Winterfell the same time period that "Night Out" takes place. It is more based on the books than the t.v. show. I would say it takes place a few months before the book/show starts. I own nothing of Game of Thrones.
Warning: This story contains F/fff spanking of characters from the book.
Arya knew something was amiss. She heard Jeyne Poole and her "perfect" older sister, Sansa, whispering. The boys were acting odd, too. They were too quiet and shifty at the evening meal. Robb tried to act normally, but she could tell they were up to no good. Then, her stupid cow of a sister almost gets her in trouble for no reason. She always had to find some reason to mock and smirk at Arya. Her foot itched to give Sansa a hard kick in the shin.
It was probably a good thing that she hadn't kicked Sansa in front of her noble parents. To start with, her lady mother was much vexed over Arya's poor behavior with her Septa Mordane at lessons today. Why did she have to learn needle work? She should have been training with the wooden practice swords and bows that the boys used. It just wasn't fair that she could make perfect little stitches like her sister. She sneaked off every chance she got. This time she told Septa that she had to use the privy. She barely dodged running smack into Cook on her way to spy on the training. Then, she did consider just hiding in the godswood. She liked to pretend she was a warrior hunting prey near the ancient weirwood. The face carved into it was sometimes an enemy, sometimes a friend. One time Sansa followed her in and Arya tried to push her into one of the small hot spring pools beneath the guest house. To see the look on her face... That would have been worth a session with her mother's hairbrush. She had to find out what her elder and more ladylike sister was up to, no matter the cost to her backside.
In the end though, after using her "privy" excuse and wandering around a bit, she went back to the needle work lesson. Septa had still reported her attitude and short-ish absence to her mother! She wouldn't mind pulling a prank or two on Septa. It had been a while. Maybe she could see if Bran had any ideas later.
However, she had to focus on the task at hand. What was going on in the castle tonight? How could she find out? Arya decided to see if she could find Jeyne alone and grill her a bit. She went to her chamber, but it was empty. A few servants looked at her, but they were too busy trying to wrap up their evening chores to inquire what her ladyship was doing.
So she decided to sneak to the chamber she shared with Sansa. The door was closed and she heard voices.
"I know not, Jeyne, dear," she thought she heard Sansa say.
"But Sansa, she is in LOVE with that new guard. She chases him every free moment. I know she would know. Now would she tell us? We need something to hang over her head, like a threat...Maybe a bribe?" Jeyne replied.
"And just what do you think you are doing, young lady?" uttered Septa with shock. "This is most unladylike behavior! Ease dropping? I have a good mind to find your lady mother right now and fill her in," Septa threatened.
"No, Septa, the girls were being mean to me. I just wanted to see if now was a good time to...go in and see if I could make up with them," Arya lied.
Septa cocked her eyebrow and was skeptical. She earned every bit of coin just teaching Arya. In comparison, the other children were a joy to teach. Arya was the one who challenged her every instruction. She was not only responsible for their knowledge and general education, but their morality. But girls could be mean, especially that Poole girl. She had seen her cause issues before with the girls.
"Pardon me, Septa, her ladyship is looking for you," a maid called from the other end of the long hallway.
Septa glanced back at Arya, "Go make up with the girls. And it is not ladylike to sneak around. Go."
Arya had no choice but to knock and enter her own bedchamber.
"Arya, we are busy. Go away!" Sansa shouted.
"This is my chamber, too! Mother and Father said you cannot make me leave," Arya said with satisfaction. Now that was true.
"Fine! Just leave us alone," Sansa said, turning back to Jeyne.
"Jeyne, I love your dress. Is that new?" Arya said, somehow sounding sincere.
"Why not, Arya, this old thing. But thank you, Father did say I could get some new material for a gown on my name day..." Jeyne babbled.
Sansa said, "I need to get my needle point. Jeyne, please excuse me."
The second Sansa was gone, Arya whispered, "Jeyne, I know you know something is amiss, tell me please."
Jeyne looked troubled. "Um, I, ah, I am not sure."
"Look, Jeyne, if you tell me now, I can help," Arya said with reassurance.
"If you insist, so I heard one of the maids say that she heard that your brothers bribed a guard to sneak out to the..." Jeyne stumbled.
"The what, dammit? And Theon is not our brother. Is he involved?" Arya grabbed Jeyne's arm.
"I cannot say for sure, m'lady! Yet I think the Greyjoy planned the whole thing," Jeyne seemed terrified.
"Tell me everything or I'll slug you! Now!" Arya threatened, ready to punch her pretty face in.
"The whorehouse! The boys are going to the whorehouse!" Jeyne almost yelled as Sansa came back inside the chamber.
"Jeyne! Why did you tell her?" Sansa moaned.
"You two better get me caught up now." Arya warned.
Sansa, with one last angry glance at Jeyne, looked at Arya.
"Jeyne heard that the boys were sneaking out. We are trying to figure out what we should do. If we go to Father and it is not true, we get in trouble for tattling. Yet if the boys go and get caught and it is found out that we knew and didn't say, we are in trouble for not telling," Sansa reasoned.
Father did have all these odd ideas of the pack being stronger than the lone wolf. He wanted his children to be loyal to each other, tattling was something he quite looked down on. Mother did not like her son, the heir, and his first born wrongly accused. What if Mother blamed Jon for everything? Theon was always arrogant and just concerned with impressing older girls and Robb. He was never nice to Arya. Jon, though, always tried to include Arya. He thought she should be allowed to train. Whenever he had a moment, he would teach her what they were learning.
"Let me think a moment...Why don't we try to follow the boys and see if they try to leave? If they aren't doing anything, they will never know we are there. If they are sneaking out, we can stop them before they get into trouble. If Jeyne is hearing about this now, the whole castle will be on to them by nightfall. We can be the heroes here, either way," Arya saw herself leading this great adventure.
"Aye, but how do WE sneak out? You know how Septa is always lurking around. Mother is too concerned with Rickon and Bran to come down here checking, but Septa..." Sansa wondered aloud.
"Tea! We slip a bit of sleeping herbs in her tea. Jeyna, can you switch out the tea in the kitchen while we distract Cook? She drinks that tea every night before bed," Arya said with a grin.
"Sure, but what if I get caught?" Jeyne was not the bravest of girls.
"We will be there," Sansa said. "But we need to not get caught. Mother has made it very clear that we are not to be wandering around at night without permission. Jeyne, tell your father you are sleeping over to help me sew a gift or something. He won't mind."
A few hours later, Septa's tea was switched and the castle settled down for the night. What the Stark girls did not know is that Jeyne failed to switch the tea. She knew that if she got caught she might face Cook's infamous butter paddle. Just a single swat with that paddle was enough to leave your bottom stinging for hours! Septa wouldn't catch them, so she told a bit of a fib. Since the walls of Winterfell with so formidable, there were not all that many guards on duty in the Great Keep where the Stark family slept. Jory usually posted the younger guards for night duty in the same predictable spots.
The girls waited until everything was quiet before leaving the sleeping chambers. The boys rooms were in the other hallway. There was a small storage area that was at the bottom of the stairs nearest to the boys room, but closest to the nearest exit. Arya figured that they would go out that way. They crept quietly with only a single lantern for light. They hid in the storage area for thirty minutes, they never heard a thing. Did they miss the boys? Maybe they needed to go a bit further. They stumbled out of the room and made their way to the other hallway. Seven hells, they must have missed the boys. There wasn't any place to hide here in case so one came by. The mission was a failure.
Arya said, "Blast it, they won. We must have missed them." What was that? She thought she heard footsteps.
"What are you girls doing out of bed? It's late!" Septa whispered loudly. "I came in to see if you girls made up and you were all gone!"
"Ah, ah, well," Sansa started.
Arya said, "Jeyne was feeling sick."
Jeyne burst out crying and said, "Arya made me do it. I didn't want any part of this mess!"
Twenty minutes later, the whole castle knew about what happened. Serr Rodrick and several guards were displaced to find the boys. Jory was interrogating the guards on duty. Mother told Father that she would handle this. Arya wasn't sure but she thought she saw Mother slip Father her trusty hairbrush. That was odd. The last time they got a thrashing, it was with the strap. The girls could hear them howling throughout the castle walls.
The girls, now crying and anxious, were banished to the bedroom to wait. Septa escorted them, because now they "could not be trusted." Septa made them change into their night shifts and get ready for bed. She had a stern look on her face, tired, but also concerned about her male charges. The world was dangerous and those boys were old there, alone. Septa lectured them until Lady Stark came back. The girls stood nervously.
"Thank you, Septa. Please go back to bed. We'll send someone to let you know when the boys are back," Lady Stark said tiredly.
As the door closed, Cately turned her gaze on the three girls in front of her.
"I'm going to ask you this ONCE,"she said sternly, "why didn't you tell us what you heard about the boys sneaking out?"
She looked at Sansa and waited.
"Mother, we're sorry. We just wanted to make sure it was true. Father always tells us not to tattle. We really were not sure," Sansa said plainly.
"Do you know what could happen to them out there? They could be snatched by bandits or get knifed by wildings! You should have come to me. You are now going to be punished for not telling us what you knew," Catelyn said with emotion. "If anything happens to...them."
"It is not our fault! Why do we get punished when they are the ones that snuck out? It is not fair!" Arya shouted with anger.
Catelyn went over and grabbing Arya's arm turned her to the side. She brought the flat of her hand down five times sharply on Arya's backside. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap!
Arya face turned red at being spanked in front of Jeyne, as her hand went to protect her backside. She was used to being spanked in front of Sansa, but it was somehow more embarrassing to have Jeyne see it.
"You watch who you are talking to, young lady. I have had enough of your poor attitude. You were looking at for yourselves and not your brothers and Theon. That is not how we behave in this family. And sneaking around at night? You know that is not allowed. Do you understand me?" Catelyn asked firmly.
Arya nodded as tears dripped down her face. The adventure had turned into a disaster. She had not trusted her own mother and now her brothers, and even Theon, were at risk.
"Jeyne, your father is most wrothful with you also. He asked me to discipline you the same as my girls. He's planning to follow up with another spanking for lying to him tomorrow," Catelyn said more kindly.
Jeyne nodded as she sobbed softly. She wouldn't be surprised if she got spanked soundly every night before bed for a week for this. Her father took lying very seriously.
There was a soft knock at the day. Catelyn instructed all three girls to face the wall as she went to see who it was. The girls heard soft voices and heard Catelyn exhale and say, "Thank the gods!"
"Well, girls, the boys have been found safe and sound. We can give thanks for that tomorrow, after you have all been punished for this unfortunate incident. I know it will not be repeated," the Lady of Winterfell said with relief.
The girls, still nervously staring at the stone walls of the chamber, heard Catelyn drag over a chair near the fire.
"Arya, you are first," she said firmly.
Arya turned slowly and trudged over to her irked mother. Her bottom was still stinging for the smacks she had received before. This was not going to be pleasant.
Catelyn grasped the girl by her arms and said, "You should have come to us first. We are the adults, not you. Safety is not a game. This is a dangerous world and our job is to keep all of you safe," she said as she looked into her youngest daughter's eyes. To think, she was hoping to give Ned another son. Her children were her life, but at times they did not make things easy.
"Sorry," Arya whispered.
"I know," Catelyn said as she turned her over her left knee. Arya's hands flew down and her hair covered her face, blood rushed to her head.
Catelyn dug into the deep pocket of her night robe. She pulled an object out and put it on the floor for Arya to stare at.
"I gave your father my hairbrush to use on the boys so I thought I would borrow Cook's butter paddle tonight," Catelyn said as she brought her hand down over Arya's shift to continue the warm up. Catelyn thought she heard Jeyna start sobbing. She wasn't even being spanked yet. Smack! Smack!
Arya's eyes went wide. The butter paddle! It was round and think and stung like a thousand fires. Cook had only given her a few swats for stealing sweets or knocking over items in the kitchen. It was always over her clothes, but she made it a point to behave herself in the dangerous kitchen area. She sealed her eyes shut tight. Don't cry, don't cry.
Catelyn brought her hand up higher over her daughter's stubborn behind. Crack! Crack! She smacked all over at a steady pace to warm her up for the paddle. Truth be told, her hand was already aching. She prayed to the Mother for strength. These children needed to be kept safe.
After another minute of hand spanking, Arya was starting to shift and squirm over her mother's knee. She was focusing on not jerking around. The heat was building and she was starting to let out "ow" and "ah" as her mother's hand spanked the tender area right above her thighs.
She felt a pause and for a second was relieved. Then she heard the dreaded, "Hand me the paddle, Arya."
She grabbed it and handed it back to her mother. Her shift was raised above her glowing checks and she felt a cool breeze on her bare behind. Septa had instructed the girls to remove their small clothes. Catelyn didn't always bare the children for a spanking, especially when she used the hairbrush. Tonight, they would get the full effort.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Arya shifted violently and Caitlyn threw her right leg over the girl's legs to keep her from thrashing around. She was barely flicking her risk and the paddle was making quite an impression. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
"I do not like having to take the paddle to you, but you have left me no choice! You need to start behaving yourself. You need to think about how your actions affect this family and castle. We are here to protect the people, not put them at risk," Catelyn confided punctuating each word with a firm paddle swat.
Arya could not contain her tears. She had been spanked with her mother's hairbrush many times, but this paddle was heavier and covered more area. Arya hated any spanking she got, but this paddling seems to be unbearable. She got no respite, and the paddling continued until Arya's behind was a bright, shiny red. She had stopped moving and just accepted the fact that the hard spanking was never going to end. She went limp.
Catelyn took a moment to breathe as she rubbed her back gently making comforting noises. "It's over. All done. Now go to your bed." Catelyn stood her up and hugged her as she put the now forgiven child in her bed.
Catelyn next called Jeyne over. The girl's eyes were already swollen from crying.
Catelyn said, "I am sorry that you got involved in this whole affair. I hope the next time you will be able to extricate yourself and tell your father the truth." Jeyne nodded and let the Lady of Winterfell pull her over her lap.
Catelyn was tiring and still had one daughter to discipline. She immediately bared Jeyne's behind and cracked her hand down ten times hard. The girl tried to stay in place, but was unable. As she had with Arya, she locked her right leg over the girl's legs to hold her in place. She picked up the round paddle and brought it down on the milky white bottom in front of her. She started paddling Jeyne's with lighter swats at first since she hadn't warmed the girl up that much with her hand. She never wanted to bruise any of the children even when she knew they deserved a hard spanking. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Jeyne was sobbing loudly with each firm pop of the paddle. Pop. Pop. Pop.
"Lady, please, I am sorry. Owww. OWWW. I will not do it again-ever," she pleaded as the paddling intensified.
"I know, dear, just a few more," Catelyn said softly. She really didn't feel like Jeyne was as guilty as her two daughters. She finished off with five hard and rapid swats. "All done."
She let Jeyne calm down and then stood her up gently.
"You did well, my dear, now go rest," the Mistress of Winterfell directed.
"Sansa, come on now," Caitlyn was feeling spent. Her oldest daughter needed to be taught a firm lesson, though. She should have known better.
"Yes, Mother," Sansa said softly.
As the girl was taller than the other two, it took more arranging to get Sansa in position. Catelyn's hand was sore, but she brought it down firmly on Sansa's behind a good six times. Crack! Crack! Crack! Smack! CRack. CRACK! The older girl was shocked by the pain. It had been a while since she had misbehaved enough to get a spanking over her mother's knee. The last time she had been punished was with Septa's ruler over her palms for fighting with Arya in class. At the time she thought she was much too old for even that, this was utter humiliation. Hadn't she even told Jeyne she was no longer in danger of getting spankings?
Catelyn flipped up Sansa night shift to bare her pale bottom. Smack. Smack. Crack. She leaned down to pick up the wooden paddle and Sansa shot her hand back. Catelyn quickly pinned it and brought the solid implement down with a pop. Sansa howled. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Catelyn now knew why Cook had such strict order in the kitchen. This paddle was worth its weight in gold.
"Keep still!" Catelyn admonished.
"It hurts. Please, stop!" Sansa sobbed and tried to move her now flaming behind out of swatting range.
"You should have come to me first before getting your sister involved," Catelyn lectured as she paddled firmly with almost each word. The girl's bottom had already turned a blotchy red. She still had a ways to go. Catelyn used the last bit of her strength to bring the paddle down another ten times. Sansa was bucking and trying to kick. It was getting hard to hold her in place. She dropped the paddle, but kept her hand over the girl's now raw behind.
"What should you have done, young lady?" Catelyn inquired.
"ow. ow. Stop. Sorry. I should have...argh..Come to you and Father...awww, sorry," Sansa sobbed.
"Yes, I hope you will think of this paddling the next time you disobey us. The next time I will have your Father take his strap to your bare behinds...in the Great Hall!" Catelyn said, spanking her much more lightly with her stinging hand. The lighter spanks felt anything but on Sansa's tender backside. Sansa thought that would never doubt her parents again. Why had she let her sister boss her and her friend around? Look where it got them.
"I have a good mind to paddle you tomorrow before you break fast and then apologize to the household. All those poor guards had to go out in the cold to get those thick headed boys, " Catelyn mused. She knew the boys were probably the ones she should use the paddle on tomorrow morning. She trusted her husband to do a through job teaching the boys the error of their ways. Ned was never cruel, just strict and fair.
"No...please, mama. No more," Sansa begged. Her behind had never sizzled like this before. She couldn't imagine even sitting to break their fast no less getting yet another spanking before sitting down. The children were expected to sit up straight and not fidget not matter how recently they had been punished.
A few minutes later, Sansa realized that the paddling was finally over. Her mother was rubbing her back and murmuring to her. She was stood up and walked over to bed to lie down. Her mother tucked her in and kissed her head. She glanced over and saw that her sister and best friend was already asleep. Their red behinds were still uncovered and sore looking. Sansa almost smiled thinking of the plans that went so badly. She knew that no matter how much her behind smarted, the boys had gotten it just as bad or as worse. She couldn't wait to tease them about it tomorrow.
Her mother sighed as she blew out the lantern and left. The fire cast a warm glow around the room. She was so tired. She doubled back into the room realizing she had left Cook's paddle on the floor. Yes, maybe she would hang onto it for a few more years. It might just just keep her children safe and just a little more well-behaved.