Ingrit's breath caught when she saw Eyan at the door. No one in the Seven Kingdoms could not say that he was not handsome, but it was the kindness in his eyes that reassured her. Her freshly spanked bottom burned something fierce, but it didn't hurt as much as her heart.
Mistress Ona graciously said, "I will give you two a few moments." She seemed to share a look with Eyan. Ingrit wondered what was going on.
Eyan rushed over to her, "Are ye alright, Lass?"
"Aye, but I was more worried about you. That...that..you would hate me?" She looked up at him with tension.
"Hate ya, I could never hate ya. I know that you were tricked, too," Eyan said, reaching out for her.
She pushed him away, "No, Eyan. I think I knew what I was doing. I was greedy for the coin and to be seen as important for a bit. I am so sorry that I got you in trouble. I did not know that the Lord's sons were to try to go with the Greyjoy."
"Aye, he is a sneaky one. I was not thinking either. Do not worry, the Lord Captain has set me straight," Eyan said with a wry smile.
"Oh, Eyan!" Now Ingrit launched herself in his arms. "Mistress Ona has set me straight, too. She said that I could move up someday in the kitchen if I set me mind to it. No more foolishness. Just the two of us."
"Aye, that is all we need," Eyan promised, "But there are a few more things.."
"Oh gods, I am most afraid to ask," Ingrit muttered.
"Your mistress confronted me on my intentions with you," he admitted. "When I first came here, I just wanted to see if Darick and me could make it in the guards. Then, I saw you and it all changed for me. I want you, Ingrit. I know we are young, but I cannot see a future without you by my side."
"Eyan, are ya asking me to be your wife? After all this?" Ingrit breathed.
"Aye, life is too short to keep waiting. I am yours if you will have me," Eyan said with a gentle grin.
"I do," she said jumping in his arms. Then, screeching when his hands touched her recently assaulted backside.
They laughed and kissed as he set her back down. She looked so lovely even now with her face a bit puffy from crying. He wanted nothing more than to protect her from the evils of this world.
"And the second thing?" Ingrit asked, still smiling but now rubbing her cheeks with both hands.
"Well, I'll tell you to sit but..." Eyan started, "Mistress suggested that we get married hastily, like tonight, then I can be the one to handle your corrections INSTEAD of Cook Gage. She knows how his hands wander and she thinks that marriage will settle us both down."
"Corrections, as in the spankings I am to get every other night for the next week?" Ingrit's face colored, yet her whole body tingled with the thought of being over his firm thighs for discipline.
"Aye, and it would have to be real. Mistress Ona would check you to make sure that I am performing my husbandly duties well. I am sorry, my love," Eyan said solemnly.
"No, you did nothing wrong. I now know that I deserve every smack. It was you that I truly wronged, as well as our Lord Warden. I will accept it, the best that I can," Ingrit promised feeling like this would purge her of the awful guilt she still clung to.
"Let us not worry about that now, we have a wedding to get ready for," Eyan said now scooping her up, carefully avoiding any pressure of her bottom. Both of their eyes shined with joy. The worst few days could now turn into the best, despite a few more spankings in store for the bride to be.
But a few hours later, the couple was wed. Ingrit wore her best woolen dress and Eyan wore his guard uniform. Captain of the Guard Jory gave Eyan a beautiful sword made by Milken the blacksmith. All the lads at the guard house had thrown in some of their wages. The bride received a beautiful shawl embroidered with direwolves that the kitchen staff chipped in for. It was a small, but lovely feast due to the haste and circumstance. Their friends stood as witnesses, Cook and Mistress Ona were presents as well as some of the kitchen and guard staff who were not on duty. Septon Chayle who maintained the castle Sept, performed the brief ceremony. The brewer Barth made sure that there was plenty of ale for the guests to partake of, but no enough that the guests would not be able to do their duties in the morn. Cook was in a sore mood because several kitchen implements such as his handy butter paddle and several other treasured items had gone missing. Everyone else was in a fine mood and happy for the new couple.
The new couple was granted a small stone room between the guard house and the kitchen. There was a small window and fire place. As custom dictated the couple was granted a week of vacation time to start out their new life and get to know each other. Sadly, this week would be marred by the first duty the new husband had to complete. Yet he had promised to do it to spare his bride further shame.
Due to the wedding night and the exhaustion of all involved, Mistress Ona did not check in with her employee the first or second nights. The couple had stayed in and the marriage was consummated. Eyan found that his bride was a maiden and that the rumors about her and the Greyjoy were false. They got to know each other's bodies and talked, ate, and drank cozily in their room. Both knew that the bargain had to be upheld. Eyan mentioned to Ingrit that maybe he could beg for mercy for her and a suspension of her punishment. Ingrit refused. She knew that half the castle knew about what she did, if she didn't pay the price, she would be shunned and ostracized. It would not be right. She needed to accept the consequences for her actions, Eyan already did that and was free.
"Wife," he already loved calling her that, "I am sorry but I don't know if I can hurt you. I mean, we could flee this place if need be."
"Eyan, if you do not, people will hate me. I endangered the heir of the castle. One thrashing is not enough to wipe away that stain. Plus, we gave our word to Mistress Ona. She has been like a mother to me. And you know you love it here. No, you must do it and do it well," Ingrit said firmly.
"I have just never struck a woman before. I vowed to Mother, before she died, that I would be good and protect folk...not beat them," Eyan remembered, it was hard to stir up these memories, but it was true.
"Husband, you won't be beating me. You will be spanking my behind. I know your uncle was a brute, but didn't your mother every correct you when you were a small lad?" Ingrit inquired gently. She had heard Darick and Eyan talk about the many scrapes they had gotten into in their childhood.
"Correct me? She broke about many a stick over me arse, just to keep me alive in Wintertown. Seven hells, the woman sometimes had to whip me three times a day on a good week. She never thrashed me as much as I deserved though," Eyan laughed.
"See? She did it for you, not to you. You will not be beating me, my love," Ingrit said carefully.
"Alright then, let's get tonight's duty over with. Mistress Ona will be checking in this eve to verify I did my duty well enough," Eyan said nervously. He would rather make love again to his new bride. That would have to wait until after.
He sat down heavily on a wooden linen chest in front of the fire. He own backside was no longer tender from Captain Jory's paddling the night of the incident. Though, as of yesterday, he still felt a bit of an ache there. Her bottom looked pale and untouched, healing quickly from the firm swatting she had received three days past from Cook's spoon wielded by Ona.
"Shall I take off my dress, husband dear?" Ingrit grinned. She could see the lust in his eyes and wondered if they would be able to get through it without tumbling back into the soft bed. Could she rub rouge into her backside to fake it? Nay, the days of her lying were now to be past. She had to start a new life.
"Nay, let me focus on the task at hand, I fear that I may get too distracted.." Eyan said tenderly pulling her across his hard thighs. Most of her weight was supported by the chest and her legs were free to kick.
Eyan took a deep breath, he had never spanked anyone before, even in jest. From being on the other side of the experience though, he knew how tense the wait before the first smack was.
Smack. Smack. Smack. He brought his hand down on her upturned behind firmly. The layers of material dulled the smacks and Ingrit hardly felt a thing. He flipped up her cotton skirts to her waist and started spanking her over her linen slip.
Ingrit smiled a little to herself. The poor man was really trying but he was going to wear out his arm long before her behind at this rate. She would let him take the lead. She loved how he was doing this for her.
After ten smacks, he felt he was making little impression. The castle was chilly and most of the woman wore woolen stockings over their small clothes. He quickly pulled up her slip and pulled down her stockings with some effort. Ingrit was cooperating and helping him move this along. She was starting to squirm, not from pain, but more from desire. The smacks were slowly warming up her bottom. She could feel some excitement from Eyan, too. She heard him moan and mumble something about moving this along. Swat! SWat! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
Eyan was now cracking down the flat of his large hand directly over the cotton of her small clothes, Crack. Smack! Smack. He was putting a little more force into the spanks and for the first time, she was starting to feel a little sting. A slow burn. Her legs started to kick a bit. It was time.
"Lift, my love!" Eyan said with a hard smack to Ingrit's cloth covered bottom. He pulled down her small clothes to her knees and put his right leg over her legs to secure them. She felt a cool breeze there and braced herself for the impact. SMACK!
"OWWW!" she yelped as the first spank landed on her bare behind. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK. Mistress Ona wasn't a weak woman, but she had no where near the strength of Eyan. His large hand covered most of her bottom. He covered the surface of her behind with sharp smacks now getting her to struggle. She threw herself up with one hand and threw the other hand back to protest her now pink backside. After a slow start, the spanking was in full swing. She was not sure she could take it. It hurt! His hand stung more than she would have anticipated.
Eyan knew that he had to nip this behavior in the bud.
"Ingrit, none of that, move your hand," Eyan said firmly, instead of pinning her hand, he lowered the spanks to her upper thighs and sit spots. Crack. CRACK. CRACK.
Her hand couldn't protect that spot and she wiggled to move away.
"Move your hand!" Eyan repeated, still swatting the more sensitive spots hard. Crack. SWAT. SMACK. This was a small break for her bottom to cool off, but the smacks to her thighs were biting.
"Arggh..It hurts, stopppp...Owww," Ingrit finally moved her hand and grabbed the edge of the chest hard. SPANK. SPANK. SPANK.
Eyan was not using his full force, but her bottom was pinkening rapidly and her cries turned into low sobs. Her shifting and wiggling was inflaming his passions quite a bit. He had to finish, though.
Eyan's hand was aching but he swatted her another ten times hard. Smack. SMACK. Smack. Swat. Crack. Crack. Spank. Spank. SWAT. CRACK! He saw her wipe the tears off her face. Her crying intensified as did her promises that he would never have to do this again. She would behave! Eyan spanked her another few minutes with lighter and less frequent swats. To Ingrit though, it was a continuous blaze of fire on her naughty behind. She would never lie again!
Finally, Ingrit had stopped struggling and her behind was a bright shiny red. Surely, this would be hard enough. He had to stop.
"Have ya learned your lesson tonight, my love," Eyan said, caressing her backside.
"Aye, I learned you can be a right bastard!" Ingrit snarked. Did he have to paddle her so throughly? She wouldn't be able to take another spanking after this one.
SPANK! Spank. Smack.
"Try again, Sweetness," Eyan grinned.
"Owww. I am sorry. I learned. I learned. I cannot take more. It smarts," Ingrit said, now crying and throwing back that hand. He caught her hand and pinned it briefly.
"None of that. Now behave. We're almost done. Let's get you up and in the corner for a while," Eyan said sweetly. He thought he heard her curse him again, it was good to know that her strong spirit was unbroken.
"Now stand here with your small clothes down and your dress up to bare that pretty red bottom," Eyan started, "I need to go get Mistress Ona. Then, we can go to bed..." Ingrit wanted nothing more than to rub her behind. When Mistress Ona caught her doing that, she got another spanking before bed. She was too sore to risk that with her new husband. He spanked quite a bit harder than she thought he would, just with his bare hand.
Eyan kissed the top of her head. He couldn't help admiring her red backside and patting it softly before he left.
Mistress Ona came back with him to check Ingrit's behind and to see if Eyan had done a sufficient job.
"It looks like your wife will think twice before she misbehaves, eh," she said to Eyan.
"Yes, Mistress. I feel like she learned a good lesson over my knee, " Eyan said with pride.
"As I heard you did over Jory's knee with Cook's missing bread board," Mistress Ona smirked. Eyan colored. Did everyone know he got paddled over Jory's lap like a little boy. It was one thing being strapped, like a man, but gods... Now his wife knew and might want to know more. Mistress really had a way of taking you down a few pegs.
"Yes, Mistress, the Lord Captain was most displeased with me. However, he chastised me severely, as I well-deserved," Eyan said with his eyes lowered respectfully.
"Gods be good. You both needs be thank for for the mercy of the Lord Warden for his forgiveness," Ona stated.
"Yes, Mistress. Is this punishment that I gave my wife sufficient?" Eyan said hopefully. His hand hurt and he would rather never repeat this.
"I think that one more good hiding should wrap it up. Perhaps in two nights. And, Eyan?" Ona said glancing at Ingrit's reddened cheeks, as she began to leave the chamber.
"Yes, Mistress," Eyan said nervous to hear more, as he timidly followed her out.
"You need to use something other than your hand. Your new wife can take quite a licking. The next time I want to see the results of the switch or stick. Believe me, she may cry that she cannot take another whack, but a very firm spanking is the only way she will learn. Understand?"
Now in the hallway, Eyan asked, "Could I borrow the butter paddle? As you mentioned, that paddling I got was quite effective. I believe the Captain is hanging on to the wooden bread board he used on me, though."
"The infamous butter butter is gone missing. I'll take to Milken about making a few new tools. Cook is now paranoid and won't part with his spoons. I am telling you, you will wear out your hand on your pretty new bride," Ona laughed.
"Oh, after this week, she swore that I never need to spank her again! She said she will behave herself from now on," Eyan said with the upmost sincerely.
Ona looked at his handsome face and laughed all the way down the hallway, shaking her head. The laughter echoed as he went back to tend to his now punished bride and finally make love to her. Eyan did not get what was so funny.