Daenerys slowly walked into her bed chambers, in Ilyrios palace, shivering.
Even though she would have appeared calm to an onlooker she was everything but and her heart was racing.
She should be used to it by now, but she was not.
Viserys had spanked her ever since the two of them had been kicked out of the house with the red door years ago.
From the very beginning he had decided to not only beat her, when she did something to deserve it, but to also give her a maintenance spanking to keep her in line every fortnight.
Today it was time.
When the two of them had returned from their supper with the fat merchant and were walking through a deserted hallway, Viserys had caressed her bottom and whispered, "you better be ready, when I visit your chambers tonight", in her ear.
Daenerys tried to control her breathing to come down, before she slowly opened the laces of the expensive dress Illyrio had bought her and let the gown slip across her body to the floor.
Hesitantly she pulls down her underpants as well, before carefully folding her clothes and putting them on her heavy wooden chair.
Viserys never allowed her to keep her clothes on.
Goosebumps appeared on her naked skin when a fresh breeze came through the open window.
She stopped in front of her body size mirror and looked at her naked body.
She did not feel like the teenager that beautiful young teenager that looked back at her from the mirror, with the fiery violet eyes, pale skin, and hair, who was blessed with a flat stomach narrow waist, but also curvy, with firm, big breast and, notably, bottom.
She knew that she should finish her preparations, but she took a moment to admire her buttocks in the mirror and slowly ran her hands up and down her creamy globes, that would be a scourging red before she went to bed tonight.
Knowing that she was playing with fire by procrastinating like this, she started to pinch and slap her butt cheeks, lightly at first before finishing with ten hard slaps to each cheek, producing the slightest hint of pink.
It hurt a bit yes, but it was preferable to warm her bottom up before her brother would use his belt on it, both to prevent bruising and to lessen the pain
She walked over to her bed and put one of her pillows in the middle of it.
Reluctantly she climbed on top of her luxurious feather bed, Ilyrio was everything but cheap, and lay down on her stomach.
She made sure to put her pelvis onto the pillow so that her butt was the highest point of her body.
She then proceeded to lace her fingers behind her head.
This position always made her feel incredible vulnerable, with her bottom stuck up and defenselessly presented, which was of course why Viserys insisted on it.
Daenerys clenched and unclenched her buttocks in anticipation of what was to come.
She never exactly knew when he would come.
Sometimes he walked in right behind her, and she had to hurry into position, sometimes he let her wait for hours.
She thought like she had a thousand times before: 'Why does he have to do this. Sure, he is my older brother and the king, so it is appropriate for him to discipline me, but I haven't done anything. On the contrary I have been on my best behavior.'
She slowly shifted around on the pillow and slowly breathed in and out.
Suddenly she heard heavy steps and the hinges of her door creaking.