Disclaimer: I own nothing from ASOFI or Game of Thrones. This story contains the spanking of an adult male. M/M
Darick Fell had waited his whole life to get out of Wintertown and guard the great castle of Winterfell. As a boy, he used to imagine living in huge castle behind the thick stones. Now he finally did, well, he lived in the guards hall, but close enough. But would he make it through the night without ending up in the dungeon or even without his head?
He had told Eyan that that big-busted lass was going to get him in trouble, meaning Evan! Yet she had managed to somehow get him in deep trouble as well.
A few hours before... It was a typical eve in the castle. Darick was just waking up for his night duty which started shortly after the family had their evening meal. Guard Captain Cassel had just promoted him and Eyan to guard the East Gate.
"Wake up, you lazy lout!" he said as he tossed himself on Eyan's bed. If he did not wake up Eyan, he would sleep through their entire watch.
"A few more...hours," Eyan whined not moving.
"Get up before the Lord Captain catches you abed!" Darick said as he cracked Eyan hard on the arse. Eyan was blonder and the more handsome of the two, but Darick was taller and more serious. Both has grown up rough in the small shanty-like town outside of Winterful.
"Ouch! You're as bad as me uncle, ya tyrant," Eyan said finally getting up.
"Not bloody likely. Do not compare me to that monster, even in jest," Darick said plainly. Eyan's uncle was a mean drunk who beat him and half starved him. He did not deserve to draw breath in Darick's opinion. Despite all of the hurt his uncle bestowed upon him, Eyan still found reasons to smile and jest about everything. Darick sometimes felt that Eyan's optimism had carried him through the hard times to make it to the castle.
"You are right as always, I am sorry. Now pass me my boots, if ye will," Eyan muttered with a wry grin. He brushed back his blond locks. In Darick's opinion, he needed a haircut.
"You were sneaking around all day with that lusty tramp, weren't you? Now you will be half-dead all night," Darick chided.
"Sorry, Mother. I stayed up too late... or too early. Gods, is it night or day?" Eyan wondered.
"Ye best straighten up before the Captain has to have a word with you, again. This time I do not think he will just give you a tongue lashing, if you know what I mean," Darick said seriously, unconsciously rubbing his own backside.
"You would know, eh, I saw your red arse after that fight," Eyan grinned remembering how his typically do-gooder friend got his arse strapped for a drunken fight with another guard when they were new recruits.
"Janice was a right cunt, but it was not worth it to pound him. Just watch yourself, my friend," Darick said, wincing as he thought about that strap again. No, not worth it at all. Also, he had disappointed the captain, who took a chance hiring two wild boys from Wintertown.
"Just watch yourself and stay away from Ingrit. I smell trouble."
Eyan laughed, "You always smell trouble, eh."
"Well, I got us this far, EH," Darick said with a gesture around the room.
"You did, indeed," Eyan said throwing an arm causally around his best friend. "Yes, we are here."
After breaking their fast and quickly getting into their House Stark guard uniforms, the lads took their places at the East gate. They reported to an older guard named Tully. One guard would stay at the gate and the other would walk the perimeter. All was well the first hour or so. However, when Darick went to check in with Tully for the second time that night, no one was there. That was puzzling, Tully never shirked his duty.
Darick quickly backtracked to the East Gate. The door to the side was open and he saw Eyan usher three boys through. If Darick would have been a second later, he would have missed the whole thing.
"What in the bloody hell are you doing? Darick whispered franically.
"Shh. You will get us both thrown in the dungeon," Eyan said looking around to see if anyone else was near.
"Was that the young Lord? I swear to the gods if that was, you are the dumbest cunt in the North. Tell me now what is going on!" Darick was raging, they were here to prevent anyone from getting through the gate.
"It was the heir, the Greyjoy, and Jon the bastard son," Eyan confessed. Theon paid Ingrit in gold if she would sleep the older guards some herbs in their tea."
"Wait. Not the bloody tea I served!" Darick was going to pass out.
"Aye, she may have..." Eyan was now realizing what he had gotten them into.
"Spit it out before I knock it old of you," Darick threatened.
"...found some sleeping herbs in old Cook Gage's store. She switched them with the regular tea. They would never know you gave them...sleep tea," Eyan now getting alarmed at the anger that Darick was showing.
"Because they are fucking sleeping? They aren't going to know that we drugged them?" Darick pointed out.
"Ah, well, aye, that is a good point but Ingrit said we would not get caught," Eyan helpfully pointed out.
Darick grabbed his best friend by both arms, "Just because you are screwing her, doesn't mean she won't turn on you if this little plot gets discovered. She used you, man. I bet she kept all the gold for herself. What if the Captain finds out?"
At that very moment, they heard movement and the alarm was raised. Tully stumbled out with straw over his uniform, "The young Lord is missing! Open the gates!"
Both lads scrambled to let the riders through. Almost as an after thought, Captain of the Guard, Jory Cassel slowed his horse. His uncle Ser Rodrick led the rest of the guards out towards the road.
"Say, lads, you did not see Robb or the other boys come this way?" Jory asked plainly and expected an honest answer.
Darick elbowed his daft friend hard and said, "Tell 'em."
Eyan's face colored under his helmet. He didn't deserve to wear the direwolf signil. He had let a loose woman talk him into betraying his morals.
"Lord Captain Ser, I am sorry to say that the boys came through here not but a few minutes past," Eyan struggled to maintain eye contact.
"You mean, you LET them out of this gate?" Jory was almost in disbelief that one of his new guards would so boldly disobey his orders. Not only his orders, but the Lord of Winterfell's orders. Jory's black mount was picking up on the nervous situation and dancing around.
"Darick, are you involved in this?" Jory asked, as he tried to steady his horse.
"No, he know nothing of it. He just discovered my misdeed, Lord Captain," Eyan confessed looking down.
"As I thought, Darick, stay here and man the gate. I will have to take Eyan here and report this to Lord Stark," Jory announced.
Darick nodded sadly and looked up, "Lord Captain, if I may..."
"Yes, Darick? Approach," Jory said with a bit of impatience. He leaned down a bit from his horse to hear Darick.
"Please don't send him to the dungeon or back to Wintertown, that kitchen maid, Ingrit fooled him into it," Darick confided in a low voice.
Jory nodded and said to Eyan, "Meet me in the Great Hall."
Eyan took one last look at Darick and quickly made his way to his doom.
A few moments later, Jory was explaining to Ned Stark what he had found out. Eyan stood behind him with his head down.
"So they bribed a guard and a kitchen maid?" Ned asked with a tad of anger. He treated his people with fairness and expected loyalty back. It was hard to heard that children were able to sway these people with mere coin.
From behind Jory, Eyan spoke up, "I am sorry, my Lord Warden. We thought it just a small prank. I did not take any coin or bribe."
"Is this true?" Ned asked Jory.
Jory nodded and said, "My apologies, my Lord, this guard is young is new and young, but not a liar. I take responsibility for the laxness of his training. I assure you that he will be corrected most appropriately. I will inform Cook about the kitchen maid tampering with the teas. Cook's big wooden utensils can straighten out the most crooked arrows!" Jory knew from experience that pie stealing could cause that huge wooden spoon to come out and crack in half over one's tender backside.
"Very well. If you 'correct' him half as well as your uncle corrected us, even the gods can't save him," Ned said now actually feeling a bit of pity for the young lad. Although Ned was a bit older than Jory, they had been close a long time. Before they had fought together in Robert's Rebellion, they had gotten into their share of youthful misadventure, a bit more serious than snatching pies.
About an hour later, the boys were safety returned to the castle. Jory filled in his Uncle Rodrick about his wayward guard. Rodrick was vexed to say that least. Jory thought that he was going to take matters into his own hands until Rodrick heard about the maid Ingrit. He, himself, had once been fooled by a busty young maid. He knew that the passions of youth burned hot and that so would Eyan's behind in the capable hands of his nephew. Gods knew that the boy had been on the other side of the situation quite a few times. Rodrick decided it was time for bed. As he made his way to his chamber, he thought he heard some yelping coming from the other chambers. The young guard wasn't the only one who was going to need to sit on a pillow tomorrow.
Jory told Eyan to follow him to the Guards Hall into his office. A fire was already burning and he directed Eyan to sit in the chair in front of the desk (while he still could). Jory leaned against the desk with his arms crossed, he took a deep breath.
Before he could start, Eyan blurted out, "I know I deserve the dungeon or worse. Please forgive me, Lord Captain, I didn't think through how serious it was. I am sorry." Eyan's head was down and tears were starting to drip down his face.
Jory put his hand under his chin and raise up his face.
"I am not going to say that you did not screw up, you did most grievously. You let someone talk you into disobeying me. This could have caused a great tragedy for this house. Lord Stark lost his father, his older brother, and his sister many years ago. He cannot take the risk that something happens to his sons or his ward. We are here to protect this family so they can protect the North. Do you understand how serious this is?" Jory said somberly.
Eyan nodded and wiped away his tears.
Jory went on, "Lord Stark is fair and would not have you rot in the dungeon for this. Other northern lords would not be so kind. He will give you another chance, but only after you are punished."
Eyan was used to being clobbered with anything his uncle could find. He had taken many a beating and lived to tell the tale.
"You know how I punish some of you younger lads?" Jory inquired.
"Aye, my Lord, with the strap," Eyan said remembering Darick's backside after he was whipped.
"Aye, but that is not the only way we deal with wayward boys here. My uncle was quite firm with me growing up and I learned I could take the pain just fine...But the shame was what really got me to want to avoid misbehaving," Jory recalled.
Eyan was even more alarmed, "The shame, Ser?"
"Aye, instead of giving me a thrashing like a man, like your friend Darick got, at times my uncle would put me over his knee like a small lad," Jory colored a bit remembering a few of those times, some not that long ago in the past.
"I know your uncle used to beat you. You can take the pain, that won't phase you. What I want, though, is for you to remember this lesson the next time a pretty lass asks you to do the wrong thing. If you can't do that, then you will need to pack your bags and go back to your uncle in Wintertown," Jory said firmly.
"No, my Lord Captain, please do not send me back. I will gladly take your punishment," Eyan cried.
"Good. I like you, Eyan. You have a bright future here. Everyone likes you, but I have a feeling that this will do you and your behavior some good," the Guard Captain shared.
Eyan nodded, his shame at letting his Captain down grew with the realization of the kindness the man was showing him. He was immature and impulsive. Darick had often lectured him about that.
Jory moved the straight back guest chair near the fire. He sat down and gestured for Eyan to come close and take off his armor.
He then gripped Eyan's arm firmly and brought him down over his knee. Eyan's hands went to the floor as Jory adjusted his behind in the proper position. Blood swam to Eyan's head and he felt a bit disoriented.
There was a small foot stool that Jory used to prop up his left leg.
"You just need to do as I say and try to remain in place. This will be hard, but after you will be forgiven," Jory said, almost echoing things that were said to him. "I'm going to warm you up with my hand over your britches." Jory let his hand rest on Eyan's bottom gathering up the will to administer the spanking. He never enjoyed causing pain to others and only did it to bring them the forgiveness and healing they needed.
Jory locked his right leg over Eyan's legs and brought his hand down smartly. Crack. The flat of his hand came down again and again over Eyan's leather breeches. In his haste to get dressed this evening, he had failed to find any clean small clothes. The smacks smarted more than seemed possible. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Eyan has never been over someone's knee for a spanking. He had been whaled, walloped, whacked about the head, and whipped, but never spanked by the flat of someone's hand.
He turned back to look. Was that really just his Captain's hand? Crack. Crack! CRACK! It was hard and seemed to be moving all over his behind at a rapid pace. Ouch. Oww...He was now biting his lip to stop himself from crying out. The leather of his britches now seemed as thin as silk. Spank! Spank! Spank! His captain's hand danced a bit lower, right above his thighs and Eyan couldn't help but to jerk around. Jory was spanking him firmly, but certainly not as hard as he couldn't.
"Oww...My Lord...please...," Eyan begged. His face has to be bright red as he pictured himself over his captain's knee getting a paddling like a naughty, misbehaving child.
"Feeling it, eh?" Jory knew that he had probably cracked his behind a good forty times and that the burn was fierce.
He stopped and told Eyan to get up.
"You really messed up and I need you to never do this again. Understand?" Jory said firmly.
"Yes, Lord," Eyan's hands were itching to rub his burning behind.
"Hands at sides!" Jory rebuked him sharply. "Now I want you to pull down your breeches and go stand in that corner. I need to get something," Jory commanded. Eyan seemed to pause. Jory stood and smacked Eyan's leather covered behind a good five times. Eyan cried out and pulled down his pants shamefully. Gods, what if Ingrit saw him now? Not such a big man anymore with his pants right below his smarting pink backside. Jory could tell Eyan was breaking down, he marched him to the corner with a few more swats to his now bared bottom.
"Do not move!" he commanded with three more hand spanks. Eyan was starting to sport a solid pink color all the way down to his thighs.
Jory knew that the strap he typically used would not give him the effect he wanted. Eyan could take the pain. Jory's hand was most sore. He needed something that would sting, but not be too harsh.
What should he use to bring this spanking to an end?