The Septa's Revenge, Part 1

This story is years late I know but I hope you still enjoy it.


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Margaery's hand flew to her stinging cheek. Rubbing the sting away she stared incredulously at her Septa, who had slapped her. The nerve! She was Queen! How dare she!

Septa Nyla's stone face stared back. "Confess," she repeated. She didn't move but Margaery instinctively stepped back.

"Confess? I have done nothing!" She yearned to call out to the guards and have this haughty woman dragged away into the dungeons. But alas, the guards had long been replaced by Faith Militant. And even then, who dared stand against the Sparrows, now that the High Sparrow had King Tommen's ear. It was only by appearing pious did she have any freedom of movement.

Septa Nyla advanced and raised her hand again. Margaery stumbling back, nearly tripped on the lounge nearby. Her face flushed, this time in embarrassment. She was caught aback at the turn of events. In earlier days this would never have happened. She was Queen of Westeros! It was unthinkable.

"Confess," Septa Nyla repeated.


Margaery paused for a moment, thinking back. What happened? She had been inspecting the stables. A few stable boys were there and of course she had glanced at their well proportioned bodies. Surely she hadn't been noticed... But then again Septa Nyla was always watching with careful eyes. Suddenly her face stung again. Another slap. Her eyes watered momentarily.

"Septa Nyla! Please!" hands raised, one to rub her cheek the other in defense, she tried to retreat again but her robes were made for appearances and not for action. Septa Nyla easily grabbed her wrist in a very firm grip.

Septa Nyla always wore the formless robes of all Septas and as such, it was difficult to determine her physical characteristics. However, anyone could see she was a few inches taller than Margaery and her face appeared strong. Given the strength of her grip on Margaery's wrist it would appear she was quite formidable.

"Stop! Septa, please! What are you doing?" Margaery stumbled forward, dragged by the Septa's grip.

Septa Nyla strode in front of the lounge and then sat abruptly down. She easily dragged Margaery over and with a tug, pulled her over her lap.

Margaery let out a frightened "oompf" as she fell across the Septa's lap. Her legs kicked helplessly. "Septa! Stop!" her voice took on an air of authority. She tried to gather her composure even as her stomach churned in fear. "I'm the Queen. I order you to release me."

"We are all children in front of the Seven. All equals. You are a spoilt child and must be dealt with accordingly." Septa Nyla replied matter-of-factly. With one hand firmly on Margaery's back she easily kept the girl across her lap. The other hand dragged the hem of her dress up, up towards her waist.

Margaery let out a startled eek! as she felt her dress being raised. This was so humiliating! She was Queen! Not a spoiled child to be spanked. And yet she was being treated as such, and quite easily, by this woman. She kicked and squirmed but without any success. It was clear Septa Nyla was a strong woman and in this position Margaery had nothing to to push against. Her hands could barely push against the ground and her fluttering feet didn't touch the floor. She was truly helpless. Soon enough she felt the cool air on her backside as the Septa raised her dress, her camisole and lowered her undergarments. It was humiliating to be treated like a child, especially after the whirlwind romance and marriage to the king!

She was partially angry and partially afraid. Things have changed so much so quickly. While queen she had seen the change in the kingdom with the rise of the Sparrows and quickly understood obedience was the best course of action. But obedience was sometimes so difficult...

*SMACK*. She let out a startled gasp. That hurt! "Septa please!" she pleaded. Her voluminous robes hampered her movement and the Septa was strong enough to hold her down easily. Another smack landed. And then another. Each one brought a gasp and a squirm. Her eyes watered from the pain and humiliation.

She tried to remain calm. "Septa. I..I have pious and obedient. Surely, *oww*, we can discuss this *OWW*". It was hard to speak calmly when the Septa was delivering sound spank after spank. There was no rush. Just a deliberate effort to deliver stinging spanks across her ass.

Margaery squirmed but was helpless. She couldn't help but tearing up as the spanks continued. Her gasps turned to sobs. No more did she try to negotiate. She couldn't think about anything except her burning rear. "OWW OWW OWW". Her eyes screwed shut as tears rolled down. She kicked and squirmed to no avail.

Still the Septa kept her slow pace. Each spank was delivered with a resounding smack. Her face was impassive as could be but as each spank resulted in Margaery squirming and crying, the tiniest of smiles lifted the corners of Septa Nyla's dry mouth. Inwardly she was quite pleased with herself and her efforts. She kept the slow pace because she was savoring every moment. This spoiled girl was queen?! How dare she think such. She delivered another spank with a pleasing cry from the girl. How delightful. Her bottom was glowing red by now. Scarlet even. The girl was crying now. Good. Any semblance of superiority was leaving. Now she was just a girl begging for mercy. There would be none. Another spank. In exactly the same spot. More kicking and louder cries. Delightful.

Queen Margaery was besides herself. The spanking was really burning her bottom. She was begging now. Pleading. Nothing mattered.

Then the door to the suite swung open and in walked King Tommen and the High Sparrow. Both were deep in conversation but paused as they came across this scene.

Queen Margaery, with tears streaming down her face struggled to right herself but could barely lift head and upperbody.

"My King!" she gasped out with tear covered cheeks. "Forgive me for not rising to greet you. I,...I am indisposed," she said greatly embarrassed.

The High Sparrow had an amused look on his face while King Tommen appeared shocked.

"I see," Tommen replied. Young as he was he didn't know what to say more as he gazed upon the scene of the Queen across the lap of the Septa being soundly spanked. It was quiet for a moment as everyone looked at each other.

Then the High Sparrow spoke. "It appears the queen is in the middle of a religious rite. We should leave her and her Septa." He took the shocked king's arm and guided him out the door, resuming their conversation. King Tommen glanced back with a confused and embarrassed face but returned to his talk with the High Sparrow. Septa Nyla who had remained seated and silent during this whole episode allowed herself a smile when they left.

The queen's head sank and her upper body collapsed back down onto the lounge. Even the king couldn't save her! Things were desperate indeed.

SMACK! That spank burned hotter than any other and surprised her too. She yelped out. Soon she was kicking and scrabbling again with each spank as the Septa resumed her deliberate pace.