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Daenerys Targaryen was awoken with the gentle knock to her door. As people had wanted to kill her before she was born, she quickly opened her eyes and scanned the room, tensing briefly, before relaxing to find that she was in the safety of the bed of The Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the position she had worked so hard for.
Assassins were less likely to knock, and better yet, she had a beautiful naked woman beside her, still sleeping off all of last night's excitement. Something which made her smile wickedly, especially because it was not just any woman. No, this was Arya Stark, another player in the great game that she owned. One which would help maintain control over Westeros.
There was another gentle knock, reminding the Dragon Queen that she needed to get up. After all, it wasn't a good look to sleep in when there was so much to do. Besides, there was one thing that she wanted to make sure she had time for. In fact, she just remembered that she had been expecting company, making her even more eager to get out of bed and to the door.
Even if she did open it slowly, peeking out just to be sure. Thankfully there was no need to worry, as there was her most loyal servants Missandei, Irri and Doreah. Seeing them here and now put a wide smile on her face, and she opened the door wide, and beckon them in, so they could see her handiwork.
"You did it, your grace." Missandei said softly, her eyes immediately locking onto Arya's sleeping form.
"Of course she did it." Irri huffed, and then without thinking she accused, "Did you doubt our Khaleesi?"
"No, of course not." Missandei quickly apologized, "I didn't mean to imply-"
"Of course you didn't." Irri said dismissively, as a way to apologize for accusing her friend, "We all know that no one can resist the Mother of Dragons."
"Well said." Doreah said dismissively, as she approached the bed, grabbed onto the bed sheets, and then questioned the Queen, "Can we please get the best look at your handiwork, your grace."
Daenerys grinned wickedly, and admitted, "Nothing would please me more."
"Thank you, your grace." Doreah bowed her head, unable to hide a grin. That grin then grew wider as she tossed the bed sheets aside, revealing the aforementioned handiwork, which was of course Arya Stark's widely stretched bitch hole, causing Doreah to whistle and complement her Queen, "Wow, inspiring work, your grace."
"Thank you, Doreah." Daenerys smirked wickedly, although her focus was very much on Arya, "It is a pretty little gape, isn't it?"
Which of course led to a chorus of agreement from her most trusted servants, but honestly, Daenerys wasn't really listening, as she was too lost in staring deep into Arya's bowels, via that gaping bitch hole. Something which was on perfect display, thanks to the tiny assassin rolling onto her stomach during the night, most likely because it was too painful to have anything touching her well-used bottom.
Little did she know, her bottom was about to be well used again, just to make sure the Dragon Queen rammed her point home. And although it was cruel, Daenerys just couldn't resist waking the younger girl in the most painful way possible. Namely by smacking that cute little booty of hers, causing Arya's eyes to open wide, and to let out a loud cry and protest.
"Ah fuck!" Arya swore, turning her head and glaring at whoever had done this. Although her angry expression quickly faded away, in favour of a apologetic one, "Your grace, I..."
"Wanted to know why we had guests?" Daenerys offered with a wicked grin, indicating to her favourite servants, which of course, made Arya blush bright red as she became aware of them, "Simple, they're here for your training. You know, the one we started last night? The one about you becoming my guard? And my whore?"
"Oh?" Arya questioned weakly.
"Of course, you already know how to fight." Daenerys said dismissively, before admitting, "In fact, you may be one of the most skilled fighters left alive. But when it comes to sex, you are far less experienced. Enthusiastic? Yes, mmmmmmmmmm, and you showed last night that you have great potential. Potential we should now build on. Unless of course, you have changed your mind about joining the Queen's guard?"
"No!" Arya quickly shook her head.
"Excellent." Daenerys grinned wickedly, and then added thoughtfully, "But, how should we start? Let me think, let me think. Oh, I know, how about with a spanking? Mmmmmmmm yesssssssssssss, I want to see the deadly Arya Stark, bending over my lap, and allowing me to spank her cute little bottom, as a sign of her devotion to her new Queen."
There was a brief pause, then Arya hesitantly asked, knowing the answer was obvious, "You're serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Daenerys questioned, any playfulness gone from her voice, "Now do as you're told, and remember to answer properly."
There was another brief pause, then Arya lowered her head in submission, and replied, "Yes, your grace."
Then to the delight of the Dragon Queen, the deadly assassin crawled over onto her lap, presenting her with that big juicy ass of hers. Something which made Daenerys chuckle wickedly, and again, just admire the prize in front of her, before she reached down to grab a firm hold of it, and began squeezing and fondling it.
Oh yes, she got to treat the deadly Arya Stark like just a piece of meat, this time in front of her favourite servants, making it all the sweeter. Which of course was something she savoured for a few long seconds, before even delivering the first hard smack, and thus officially beginning what was probably the first spanking Arya Stark had taken in a very long time. If ever.
Arya had been a wild child, constantly doing things which were improper for a commoner's daughter, let alone a daughter of The Warden of the North. So for a while she had been spanked, locked in her room, and made to do chores. Anything her mother could think of to make her behave, but none of it had worked, and eventually she gave up.
Or more accurately, their ways had been parted, and her mother had been murdered. So in a weird way, this act reminded her of her family, which was maybe the worst part of all this. But Arya wouldn't complain. No, she wasn't a child anymore. She was a warrior, and she would earn her place by the side of her Queen. Even if she had to be humiliated to do it.
Ironically, the fact that she wasn't a child anymore only made it worse. Especially as she wasn't simply a fully grown woman, but an assassin. A warrior. The hero of The Long Night, who had killed The Night King, and drenched her hands in the blood of her enemies. Hell, she had done more than anyone else in her House to get revenge for what happened to her family.
Something which she had dedicated her entire life towards, suffering through unspeakable pain in the process, all so she finally become the person she felt like she was meant to be. And yet here she was, bent over the knee of a Targaryen, her arse being spanked as a sign of submission. Oh Gods, it was so humiliating.
However, it might have been a bit more bearable, if Queen Daenerys had simply stuck to hitting her bottom. But no, she also spent a lot of time groping it, like a butcher with a piece of meat. Gods, Arya would take physical pain over mental pain any day of the week, as she got pretty close to begging her Queen to stop playing around, and give her everything she had.
Especially as she doubted it would be much, given that the Mother of Dragons strength wasn't physical. But that would have been another humiliation, and Arya didn't want have to say for that. Or imply that she was in any way enjoying this. Because she wasn't. Was she? No, that wasn't possible. And yet...
To her horror, Arya found there was a weird sense of enjoyment to be had about this. It didn't seem to be possible, and she couldn't explain it, but it was there. Especially in her desire for a harder spanking. Oh Gods, she... she wanted to be punished. She never felt like she deserved it when she was a child, she was just being herself. And the things she had done to Sansa, she had more than earned.
But now, she was a killer. A killer of bad people, who's death she lost no sleep over. But nevertheless, she was still a killer. One who had given up her humanity during training, and while she had fought to get it back, she never would. Not really. So it kind of felt like she deserved a hard spanking, and was somewhat frustrated when it never came.
Daenerys was rather tempted to give it all she had right from the beginning, and watch those meaty cheeks jiggle with everything they had. Maybe even turn a bright red under the force of the blows. However, Arya hadn't earned such punishment. At least not yet. And it could be dangerous pushing her luck with this dangerous assassin. So, instead she chose a more gentle, playful spanking.
One which got plenty of jiggle, and those butt cheeks to turn a cute pink. More importantly, it gave her latest conquest a taste of what she would receive, if she truly displeased her. And hopefully, Daenerys would be able to use this to keep the Stark girls in line. Well this, and more mutually pleasurable things.
