The Septa's Revenge - Part 2 (F/F)

Hi everyone. Sorry for the long hiatus. Now that Game of Thrones is coming back for it's final season I thought I had better get this story out. It's been in my head for quite a while.

For those that haven't read part 1, start here.



Tears streaked down Queen Margaery's face as Septa Nyla continued spanking for another good ten minutes. Margaery bawled and pleaded like a common girl and the Septa was pleased. She paused and looked at Margaery's bottom. It was a bright red from below the tailbone to past thighs. The Septa was adept at spanking having both received and given them during training. She also knew that there was much more she could do and it would bring her great pleasure to do it.



"On your feet," she ordered flatly.

Margaery stumbled to her feet, trying to regain some dignity. Tears streaked down her face and her eyes were puffy. She quickly smoothed her dress down and resisted the urge to rub her bottom.
As her mouth opened to speak, Septa Nyla's voice rose again.

"Remove your clothing."

Margaery's head swam. What?? She was shocked. "Umm. But.." Her cheek stung again. Then her other cheek. Septa Nyla had slapped her twice. This time there was blood on her lip. It was too much. Her resolve crumbled and she quickly stepped out of her dress. She stood only in her silken under garnments.

When she looked up she saw the Septa's hard eyes observing her. There was nothing else. With a pause and a tight throat she slowly removed her under garnments. Her cheeks burned again with shame. Now she stood before the Septa naked.

Septa Nyla looked the queen over with an expressionless face. Inside, she harbored strong feelings of envy as she looked over the young queens perfect form and unblemished skin. The girl was at her most vulnerable, naked in front of the Septa, after receiving a hard spanking and yet this made her even more attractive and that stoked the fires of envy. Oh yes. The girl would have to pay.

"Hands on your head," she ordered slowly as she walked around the queen looking her over like a horse at market. From the nearby table she picked up a hairbrush.

Margaery obeyed. She knew her only hope was to obey well and get this matter behind her. But she felt fear at the look in the Septa's eyes. Her whole life she had seen that look in others. Envy, jealousy. Over her looks and position. Her wealth. It hadn't bothered her much before because she was royalty. Even when it came from other nobility she outmaneuvered them and stayed above the fray. But this time was different. She was powerless in the midst of this religious cult.

The Septa looked at Margaery's youthful bottom. It was a perfectly even shade of red and seemed to quiver on what was to come.

Margaery stiffened when she saw the Septa pick up the brush. She knew what was to come but she was powerless to stop it. She could barely stand still as the Septa took position slightly behind her and was rising on her toes.

Then there was a loud SMACK as the hairbrush landed and it was like fire. The queen yelped and practically leaped in the air. Then another SMACK. And another. She lost all sense of time and space as she howled with tears streaming down her face.

The Septa was swinging her arm in full force as she delivered spank after spank to Margaery's sore bottom. She kept the cadence even and each smack landed with a satisfying sound. It was delightful watching the queen dance and struggle to remain in place.

After she had covered Margaery's bottom once all over with smacks she stopped. "Are you ready to confess?" she asked

"Please guide me, Septa Nyla," Margaery replied and she bowed her head as best she could with her hands in their position. Her ass was burning like never before and she hoped this would work. She truly had no idea what to say.

Nyla gave the slightest nod in satisfaction. "Late yesterday, you were touring the stables," she intoned. "You were observing the grooms and stable boys."

Margaery stood perfectly still, not speaking. She realized something was going to happen and didn't want to give any excuse for more penance.

Nyla continued, "I saw you looking at *them*." She paused significantly, studying the queen's face. "You've had impure thoughts," she finally announced.

There it was done. The proclamation of guilt.

"Forgive me," cried Margaery as she tried to look at abject as ever. "It is true. I couldn't help myself. Please give me penance." She knew this was stepping into a trap but she had no choice.

Nyla had the slightest smile at the corners of her mouth but otherwise displayed no other signs of pleasure. She quietly placed the hairbrush back on the table and walked slowly back to the queen.
She grasped the queens arm in her hand and dragged her to the door.

"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.

[Read Part 3 Here]