The Septa's Revenge - Part 3 (F/F)

Trying to finish this story for you people since GoT has already started. If you haven't read the earlier parts please do so. Here's Part I.



"Go to the Center Garden and fetch me three switches," she said as she looked straight into Queen Margaery's teary eyes. She was immediately rewarded by the look of shock and horror.

"But, but.. I'm naked!" Margaery exclaimed. "Someone will see!" She collapsed and knelt in front of the stern Septa. "Please please. Not that. I can't possibly." She was babbling as thoughts raced through her head. Someone most definitely would see and people would talk. Even the most loyal of subjects enjoyed gossip and news of the naked queen fetching switches for punishment would spread like wildfire. She was desperate.

Septa Nyla was resolute. She looked down at the begging girl. "If you will not fetch the switches, I will call for a public birching," she announced.

Margaery closed her eyes in defeat. She felt dizzy. A public birching for a royal was previously unheard of, until the High Sparrow took over. Then things had changed. The Queen Mother Cersei herself had been involved in schemes and ended up imprisoned by the Faith Militant. King Tommen, being as young and inexperienced as he was didn't know what to do and of course the High Sparrow had his ear. So Cersei languished in the prison until she negotiated her way out.

What had happened would be spoken of for a thousand years. Cersei had agreed to a Walk of Atonement. Hair shorn and naked she was to walk from the Sparrow's haven across the city and back to the Castle. Everyone had been alerted and was eagerly awaiting the spectacle.

When it occurred it was just as expected and more. The Queen Mother appeared at the Steps while the High Sparrow made his announcement. She dropped her robe and she was indeed naked as the day she was born. She was beautiful and being a mature woman with full breasts and figure made it more titillating. There was complete silence as she stepped down the stairs. Her hair indeed had been shorn which must have been a shock in itself. Prior to that she had boasted golden tresses that hung down past her shoulders. Now they were rudely cropped at the base of her neck.

From there she started her long journey across the city. The silence was broken by the accompanying Septa ringing a bell and proclaiming loudly "Shame! Shame!" as they both walked. The people were silent until some unknown person threw an apple core and yelled. With the broken silence the people surged, spitting and yelling, throwing trash. The guards wouldn't allow anyone too close but it was still an intimidating gauntlet. The Queen Mother could do nothing but walk and look straight ahead.

Halfway to the Castle, the High Sparrow held one more surprise. There was covered wagon drawn by a donkey. Once near, the Faith Militant roughly took Cersei's hands and bound them to the back of the cart. Surprised she resisted, exclaiming her surprise. Evidently this part was not mentioned to her. But she was naked and helpless. Where would she run? Into the mob of peasants yelling obscenities? Now she was secured and forced to walk a slow pace behind the wagon like a commoner. The cloth covering the back of the wagon was thrown off. Inside the cart were hundreds, maybe thousands of switches. Eager peasant hands grabbed and distributed the switches. Now it was clear why she was tied to the back of the cart.

The switches hissed through the air. Stripes appeared on her ass. Soon ten, twenty. She was crying out, dancing, jumping. But tied as she was she could not escape. She had no hope but to follow the cart on it's slow pace as the peasants thrashed her bottom. The guards wouldn't let anyone strike her front and the switches were thin and prone to break after a few stripes. But there were a lot in the cart and there were many people. By the time she reached the Castle steps she was scarlet from her ankles to her neck. Her ass got the worst of it and was undoubtedly blistered. Most people thought it completely flayed but of course there was no word from the Castle once she crawled up the stairs.

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It was this scene that raced through Queen Margaery's mind as she contemplated her choices. As daunting as a switching from the Septa seemed, it was much preferred to something like that.

With a deep breath she rose and faced the door. Outside she thought she could hear faint footsteps. People were out and about. Taking one more deep breath she opened the door and slipped out. And then she started running.