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****** Teaching a Cub to Respect His Elders ******
by Delay_no_more
Summary
     Joy's new life is about as good as it gets. Born a mere baker's
     daughter, she is now the Lady of Casterly Rock by marriage. There's
     just one problem: Lord Tytos's insolent brat of an heir. Time to
     teach that cub some respect for his elders.
     Prompt: What if Tytos had actually married his mistress? And what if
     Tywin had been a bit younger? What if he'd been quite rude/cruel to
     her and with Tytos being too gentle a man to do so, it would fall on
     her to take her teenage (maybe 15-16?) step son in hand? Like with a
     spanking? And/or washing his mouth out?
Notes
     Disclaimer: All the books belong to GRRM. All the characters belong
     to GRRM. I'm just playing with them. Sorry, George!
     Warning: Read the tags.
***** Prologue *****
Chapter Summary
     Alibi plot
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“He's been walking all over you, and you've never once punished him, so of
course he has no respect for you, Tytos!” She always made it a point to call
him by his first name rather than m'lording him. She was his wife now, after
all. “He must be taught a lesson!”
Tytos looked uncomfortable.
“He got up at our wedding banquet and told everyone how his father was marrying
a whore and that he would not stand for it. Right in front of us, mind you.”
“He likes to speak his mind,” Tytos said meekly. “It's his personality... He
did the same thing when-”
“Seven bloody buggering hells, Tytos! He called me a whore! He called his
mother by marriage a whore! On her wedding day!”
“He likes that word, I suppose...”
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You're afraid of him!”
“It just doesn't feel right...” Tytos said. “To raise a hand against my own-”
“Well, it must be done!” She interrupted. “If you don't have the heart to
discipline your son, I will.”
“You won't be able to. He's six-and-ten, a man grown, and you're barely older
than him...”
“My mother died when I was ten, and I all but raised my four younger siblings.
Your son is an insolent little brat, and believe me, nobody knows how to deal
with brats like I do!”
“But what are you going to do when he just walks out on you? He doesn't even
bother to show up anymore when I summon him...”
“Simple: You'll tell him you'll disown him. Or better yet, you'll let me disown
him if he doesn't do as I tell him. That should serve.”
“But he's my heir, Joy...”
“You have three healthy boys waiting in line. You can groom any of them for
leadership. Kevan is a nice enough lad; Tyg would serve just fine, I am sure.
And this one,” she pointed at the toddler in her lap, “will grow up to be a
fine, lordly young man with all the good milk he's been getting from me, I can
promise you that. There's no short supply of heirs, Tytos!”
“But-”
“What do you think will happen once you are dead? He'll start wars with your
bannermen and allies, that's what will happen. And you know who will suffer?
The smallfolk! Do you want to know what it looks like for us when a spoiled
little lordling like your son decides to go to war over some silly slight?”
Tytos looked at her sheepishly.
“Have you ever seen a child starve because a band of sellswords passing through
thought it would be fun to burn the crops?”
“Fine,” Tytos sighed. “What would you have me do?”
“Write a letter,” she said, “address it to the King. Leave it with me. I'll
take care of the rest.”
 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Fun fact: I decided to name Tytos's mistress Joy because she was
     Gerion Lannister's wet nurse, and Gerion's bastard daughter's name is
     Joy Hill. I just think it would be awesome if he had named his first
     daughter after his wet nurse to annoy his older brother.
     I imagine Joy to be about two years older than Tywin.
***** You handled that very well, sweetling *****
Chapter Summary
     Shameless spanking porn
     Edited
She sat behind Tytos's desk in his study, waiting for the brat to arrive.
When he finally came, he strode into the room unannounced, as he always did,
glaring at her, the rage on his face barely contained. “I had to suffer Lady
Ellyn's tyranny at Casterly Rock, the gods force me to watch and suffer my
father's follies, and for now, it looks like I will have to suffer your
presence,” he said. “But I will not have you command me around, woman!”
He did not call her a whore for once, even though she could tell he wanted to.
Despite his show of force, there was a subtle hint of insecurity on his face.
Tytos must have put on a better act than I thought, good enough to mess with
his head a little. Well done, Tytos!
She smiled to herself. The brat was her biggest challenge since she had first
had to assert her authority over her eight-year-old brother many years ago, but
Joy loved a good challenge.
“I believe your father has explained to you what's at stake.”
“He has,” the brat said dismissively, “he'll disown me.” He sneered. “He'll
never do that! He's too weak; he doesn't have the courage!”
“I'm sure he's told you the letters are with the maesters. All they need is my
word, and they will send them to King's Landing to make it official. You will
take your punishment from me, or I'll have some good news to tell Kevan
tonight.”
He scoffed. “My father would never allow that!”
She was almost disappointed how easily he had walked into that trap. “You just
told me yourself, your father is a weak man. How is he going to stop me?”
“You're a commoner.”
“So? He married me.”
He fell silent, but she could guess what he was thinking.
“If you try to bribe or threaten the maesters, I'll hear of it and send my own
copy. It's sealed and ready to go. If you force my hand, I will have Tytos add
in a charge of plotting to overthrow him and ask the King to deal with you.
Tytos tells me you were a fierce little cub at the royal court, always talking
of how your sire was making mock of House Lannister and how you would have to
rein him in once you were a man grown. Even the King found that a bit
troubling, or so I've been told.”
“Nonsense!” He scoffed. But he suddenly looked a lot less sure of himself. Now
there's a truth.
“Bottom line is unless you want to be sent to King's Landing in shackles to
stand trial, you will obey me. Understood?”
He glared at her.
It was time to put on her parent face. “Good, I take that as a yes. Let's waste
no time then, remove your boots and pants,” she ordered.
That took him by surprise. He looked at her as if she had asked him to cut off
an arm.
“Now, Tywin. Or shall I do it for you?” She asked. 
He hesitated for half a heartbeat, but then seemed to decide it was better to
do as he was told and feign indifference. He shrugged, took off his boots,
unlaced his breeches and slid them off. “Happy now?”
“Very. Your smallclothes, too, quickly now.” She replied.
That put an end to his act of cool detachment. His eyes widened. “You cannot
mean it!”
“I can and I do. Either you'll do it, or I'll call in the guards and they'll do
it for you.” She let the threat hang in the air before continuing, “Off they
go now, we haven't all day for this.”
He was fighting with himself, but when she threatened to get up and head for
the door, he removed them and slung them on the floor. Bared from the waist
down, he suddenly seemed very self-conscious. She moved her chair away from the
desk and seated herself right across from him, all the while fixing him with
her eyes as he tried hard not to fidget or instinctively tug at his doublet to
pull it down just a little bit further.
“Well done,” she praised, showing him a soft yet sharp smile. “Now don't just
stand there, lad, come here and bend yourself over so we can get this over
with.” She patted her lap.
It was then that he realized what she intended to do. “No!”
“You can either bend over of your own accord, or I'll have have you tied to my
lap, if that's what you would prefer.”
“You cannot mean it! I am a man grown!” There was a hint of panic in his voice.
He swallowed, eyeing her, trying to gauge if she was serious or if this was
just some kind of sick joke on her part. She knew then that she had won this
round.
“You've been behaving like a sullen child ever since your father and I wed,
Tywin. And from what I hear from the servants, I imagine you've done so for
quite a bit longer. Well that ends here, young man. Your father may not believe
in physical punishment, but I certainly do. If you want me to treat you as a
man grown, then you best start behaving like one! Starting with taking your
punishment with dignity.”
He glared at her, but she would have none of it. “Bend over, Tywin. I mean it,
I will not tell you again.”
She could see the thoughts racing through his head, but then, reluctantly, he
lowered himself over her knees. “You will regret this!” He threatened. “I will
make you regret this!”
“Hush!” She ordered, focusing on moving him into place.
She was a petite woman, and he was too tall to fit on her lap, so she had to
adjust his position several times before she could wrap one arm around his
torso to pin him in place.
She ran her hand over his buttocks, stroking and probing them with her fingers
and giving them a quick pinch. They were well-formed: round and firm to the
touch. The skin on his muscular thighs was soft with a fine fuzz of light blond
hair.
The first smack caught him completely off guard. He let out a grunt and a hiss.
Didn't expect such force, did you?She thought with satisfaction. “You know,
when you've actually done some work in your life instead of sitting around in a
castle brooding over all the slights you've suffered, that gives you some
pretty strong arms,” she told him, allowing herself a smile he wouldn't see
before focusing her attention on the task at hand.
Again and again she brought her hand down hard in a series of slow, deliberate
strikes. This time, he had prepared himself. He winced each time her flat palm
landed on his clenched buttocks, but he didn't make a sound.
When she centered in on the fold between his buttocks and his thighs, he grew
visibly uncomfortable. His legs started twitching and he was squirming in her
lap so that she had to keep readjusting his position. “Stay still now, love.
There! That's better.” She hummed, returning her focus to the fleshier parts of
his bare bottom, watching it slowly turn a brighter shade of red as she
increased the intensity of her strikes.
On and on she went, sending ripples of pain through his body, gradually wearing
away at his composure until he could no longer control himself and began to let
out a soft groan each time she hit him.
She paused to caress his red buttocks, gently stroking the hot, burning skin
under her fingers. Somehow, the soft touch of her hands almost seemed to upset
him more than the spanking. He winced and shifted his body uncomfortably,
covering his face with his hands.
She gave his backside a final light slap. Now was as good a time as any to give
him a break and get a look at all that anger and hurt pride on his face, she
decided. “You handled that very well sweetling, up now.” She said with a softer
tone, giving his back a light pat.
At first, he did not respond, but then he rose slowly, his legs shaky. His head
was as red as his buttocks, and the look he gave her was one of pure,
unadulterated hatred. “You are going to regret this.” He told her coldly.
She had to fight back a smile. “To your room, Tywin. I expect to see you washed
up and on your best behavior for dinner.” This, she thought,is going to be fun.
 
***** Fetch me a hairbrush, will you? *****
Chapter Summary
     Shameless spanking porn, rapidly approaching the outer fringe of my
     comfort zone
She wasn't too surprised when she counted only four children around the dinner
table, but that didn't mean she was simply going to put up with Tywin's
absence.
“I gave him a clear order to be here!” She complained to Tytos after the
younger kids had left the table.
Her Laughing Lion seemed unperturbed. “I told you he never listens,” he said
with infuriating calmness. “You could have saved yourself some time and
effort.”
Joy resisted the burning urge to slap him. “I'll need two of your guards
again,” she told him instead.
She found the boy lying on his stomach in bed, reading. He pretended not to
notice her until she snatched the book from his hands.
“What do you want?” He said with a glower.
“We missed you at dinner, young man,” she replied sharply, setting the book
aside.
“I ate in my chambers.”
“This won't serve. If I ask you to join us for dinner, I expect you to be
there. Pity. I thought you had learned your lesson, but it looks like we will
have to repeat it all over again.”
He raised an eyebrow, trying to stare her down.
Oh, this one has got some nerve, she thought. “Genna was asking for you
earlier,” she said sweetly. “Maybe I should have her come and check on you.”
“Do not touch my sister!” He snapped.
“Look at you, so protective of your sibling, little lion,” she laughed. “No
need to worry, Genna has given me no cause to punish her. But she would see
what would happen if she ever were to disobey me.”
He rolled his eyes, but it was obvious that the thought of having his sister
witness his spanking had just the effect she had hoped it would have on him.
“Fetch me a hairbrush, will you?” Joy said. “Be quick about it.”
He shot her an angry, accusing glare but obliged.
Somewhere on his way between the privy chamber and back it must have occurred
to him what she was planning. He seemed more nervous when he returned, avoiding
her eyes. His hands were trembling ever so slightly as he handed her the brush.
She ruffled his hair. “No need to fear, sweetling. This will all be over soon
if you behave yourself.” She motioned with her hand. “You know the drill.
Everything below the waistline needs to come off.”
He pulled down his pants and his smallclothes, exposing his red backside to
her. “There, woman!” He snarled as he dropped his clothes on the floor. “You
are sick!”
She ignored the insult; she knew he was only trying to hide his shame and
embarrassment behind a show of anger.
She took his hand and gently led him to the bed, positioning a pillow right in
the middle. She beckoned him to lie down on his stomach and adjusted the
cushion so it was positioned right under his hips, giving her easier access to
his buttocks and thighs.
Examining his backside, she noted the damage she had inflicted with her hands
was worse than she had expected. She traced the swollen marks with her fingers,
watching him squirm uncomfortably. This was going to be painful for her little
lion. She almost felt a bit sorry for him. Well, it can't be helped, she
thought to herself. If I back down now, I've lost this battle for good.
She brought the brush down in firm, focused cracks. He gasped in pain,
grimacing as the hard wood descended on his aching bottom. His hands were
clutching the bed sheet as he tried to ride out the pain. It was all he could
do not to cry out.
As she moved down to his thighs, hitting them with full force, he began to
struggle and grunt in pain. She pinned his ankles with one knee to stop him
from kicking his legs in an effort to escape the searing pain of the brush
smacking his bare flesh over and over again.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. His hands were grasping for something -
anything- he could use to muffle his cries, but she had moved all the other
pillows well outside his reach. He pressed his head onto the mattress, biting
down on the sheets with all the strength he could muster. She continued
striking him with precision until he was shaking from the pain and the
fruitless attempts to stifle his sobs.
She stopped the moment she felt him go limp, all the fight having left his
body. He was lying facedown on the bed, his shoulders quivering. She gently
patted his back, but stopped when she noticed that his shaking only
intensified. Whatever anger she had felt towards him was gone, she realized
with surprise. She wanted to give him a hug and assure him that everything
would be okay, but she knew better than to try that.
“As long as you behave yourself and don't disrespect your father or me, you
don't have a thing to fear, Tywin” she told him with a gentle tone. “This could
be the last spanking you'll ever have to suffer in your life. It's all up to
you,” she added, placing a gentle kiss on his neck and leaving his chambers.
 
***** Make her pay *****
Chapter Summary
     A glimpse into the abyss Tywin's head
He imagined her hanging by her neck from the highest tower of Casterly Rock,
her lifeless body swinging back and forth as the winds swept over the castle.
One day, he would make her pay. He smiled, thinking of how she would beg him
for mercy and receive none.
The thought of revenge was the only thing that kept him going. He still had
trouble sitting, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hide from his
father and siblings. The bloody woman insisted on his presence at every bloody
meal, and his backside was in no shape that he would dare to defy her. To add
insult to injury, she would stare at him and smirk as he squirmed in his seat.
If she had been beautiful, he might have understood why his father bedded her,
though to marry her would have been just as unforgivable a crime. But on top of
everything else, she was plain-looking. She always wore her light brown hair in
a simple bun, and her gold-brown eyes might have made her stand out among the
common women of Lannisport, but they paled in comparison to the luminous blue
and green eyes of the ladies at the Rock. She needs to go, he knew, with each
day that she stays, my father commands less respect. She is making a laughing
stock of him. And of my House. And ofme.
That was the worst of it all. The way she so obviously reveled in his torment
and humiliation and got away with it. He lowered his pants to take a look at
his backside in the mirror. Even days after the beating, his buttocks were
still a burning mess.
He took out a vial and rubbed the oil within on his glowing red mounds and
thighs. His father's whore had given it to him, and he had sworn not to touch
it, but his backside hurt so badly, the oil was a relief he couldn't afford to
reject.
Each time he saw what she had done to him, he wanted to bury his head in shame.
As he looked in the mirror, the painful memories came rushing back to him, how
she had made him cry and writhe in pain, all the while laughing and calling him
her “little lion.” Oh, gods, no! He clenched his fists, pushing the image from
his head.
One day, when he was the Lord of Casterly Rock, Joy would regret her actions.
He had prayed to the Stranger to take his father's life, but Lord Tytos looked
as happy and healthy as ever. This wouldn't serve. He had to take matters into
his own hands.
He had considered leaving the Rock for King's Landing, but the idea of fleeing
from this woman made him feel weak. This was his castle by rights, and he would
take it back from her, come what may!
If his father could not see what the woman was up to, he would have to help
him. He might not be able to see her hang at this point, but he would make sure
she would lose her hands. Let's see how you will ever strike me again with
nothing but two stumps!
***** No more lies, little lion *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm a terrible person
“Tytos! It's obvious what your cub is doing. If I wanted to steal your dead
wife's pearls, do you truly believe I would hide them under my pillow of all
places?! Where the servants would find them right away?”
“Father! Who else would have put them there if not her?! Don't you see? The
only reason why she married you is to enrich herself! She's a thief! She must
be punished!”
Oh, the gall of this brat! Joy thought. “Who else would have put them there,
you ask?” She said as calmly as she could. “You, of course, Tywin. Tytos,
darling, your son hates me. I have tried to be good to him, but all he ever
does is try to harm and humiliate me.”
Tytos looked unsure of what to believe. Damn that man, have the gods given him
no brain? Joy knew that if she lost her cool now, this could end badly for her.
She drew up her shoulders. “Tytos, your son lied to you. This is unacceptable.
Let me show him what happens to little boys who lie to their parents.”
Tytos seemed torn, but then, he threw his arms up in the air in exasperation.
“Do as you will, Joy. Tywin, you will take your punishment from your mother.”
With that, he strode out of the room.
“Mother!” The cub spat. To hear the word from his father's mouth was like a
slap in his face. “You are not my mother!”
“I am your mother by marriage,” she reminded him.
He scoffed.
“Don't be insolent now,” she chided.
“You are a whore trying to steal my family's gold!”
“Oh dear, there's that ugly word again. Come with me.” She took a firm hold of
his wrists and pulled him towards a cabinet on the opposite side of her
chamber.
Caught off guard, he stumbled and nearly fell, but she just kept dragging him
along, stopping in front of the cabinet. He sneered at her and wanted to turn
around to leave. “Stop testing my patience, Tywin!” She said sharply. “Or we
will take this from the privacy of my bedchamber to your father's hall below.”
One of these days, I'll run out of threats, and then I'll have no choice but to
at least let the other kids watch, she thought. That seemed like the easiest
promise to follow through. But luckily for her, the prospect of a public
humiliation in front of the lords and ladies at Casterly Rock still worked, at
least for now. The cub stopped dead in his tracks.
“Wise choice, little lion,” Joy said. “Now, stand on your toes, love. Higher!
Ah, there. Stretch out your arms to the side. That's good. Open your mouth,
please.” She placed a small bar of soap in his mouth. He recoiled at the taste.
“Close your mouth. Good boy! You will stay like this until I tell you
otherwise.”
He had to gag. She remembered the feeling all too well from her own childhood.
“I got through this, and so will you,” she told him, patting him on the back.
She picked up the thick book she had been reading from her bedside desk and
seated herself on her bed. “I'm teaching myself to read. The Lady of Casterly
Rock should be versed in the letters of the written word, don't you agree?” She
opened the tome and started slowly mouthing the words to herself.
Soon enough, she could see his arms and shoulders getting tired, his legs
shaking from what had to be some pretty nasty cramps in his calves. Soapy foam
was running out of his mouth, and he was fighting back the tears welling up in
his eyes.
She returned her attention to her book. “Let me finish two more pages, then
you'll be done. Unless you give up first. Then we'll have to start over again.”
He was flailing his arms, trying to keep his balance.
At last, she released him. He rushed to the privy to spit out what was left of
the soap in his mouth, gagging and retching.
“If I ever hear that word from your mouth again, you'll be stuck in that
position for twenty pages,” she called after him. “And, by the Seven, should
you ever think to lie to your father about me again, I'll read you the entire
book!”
He kept rinsing his mouth, trying to rid himself of the vile taste. His face
looked green. She knew what would follow, and sure enough, not a moment later,
he was shaken by violent cramps as his body attempted to rid itself of the
excess soap in his stomach and bowels.
“Oh dear,” Joy said. She wiped his face and pulled down his pants, sitting him
down on the privy by way of precaution before leaving to fetch a bucket.
He was feverish, his head burning as he sat on the privy, emptying his bowels
and stomach at the same time. She held a bucket for him with one hand and
pressed a cloth soaked in icy water to his forehead with the other. Being a
mother could be a messy affair. When the flux finally subsided and his stomach
had calmed, she led him back to his own bedchamber.
Ignoring his feeble protest, she pulled his clothes off and dressed him in his
bed robes before tugging him into bed. “Remember, no more lies, little lion!”
 
***** He'll never have you whipped again, little dove! *****
Chapter Summary
     More alibi plot :)
Joy was pleased with herself. Her efforts seemed to be paying off. The little
lion was well-behaved. Most of the time, he simply avoided her, but when he
couldn't, he was courteous enough, never giving her cause to complain. Even
Tytos noted the difference and looked at her with new-found respect. She had
achieved in less than a moon's turn what he had never thought possible.
Sometimes, she would watch the cub try to act all lordly and loved how a single
smile of hers could completely throw him off balance. The effect was probably
too subtle for anyone else to notice, but it did not escape her. Joy smiled a
lot these days.
She was on her way back from the dining hall to her quarters to see Tytos when
suddenly she heard faint sobs from behind one of the doors she passed. She was
in the servants' chambers, she realized.
A girl was lying on her stomach on a long, narrow bench, her head buried in her
arms, crying. Her dress had been torn down to her waist, revealing bloody whip
marks on her back.
Joy gasped at the sight. She knelt down next to the girl. “What happened,
little dove?” She asked.
The girl raised her head. Genna's handmaid, she realized. The fierce one, all
smiles and mischief that one. She had forgotten her name, but it made her sad
to see the girl so broken.
“I didn't mean to steal them, m'lady,” the girl sobbed. “I only wanted to see
what they looked like on me! I swear it!”
“Hush!” Joy patted the girl's head. “Everything is going to be okay. Calm
yourself and tell me what happened.” She pulled out a bottle of soothing oil
from her robes and started gently applying some of it to the girl's back.
The girl winced. “I tried on Lady Genna's pearls,” she sniveled. “I know it was
wrong, but they were so beautiful! Lord Lannister saw me and had me whipped in
front of all the servants.”
“Who? Tytos?” Joy asked, incredulously. Tytos would never-
“No, m'lady, his son.”
Joy did not have to ask which son. “He's making you call him Lord Lannister?”
She asked.
The girl nodded, her shoulders quivering.
“You are safe, little dove. I will see to it that the little lordling is
punished. He will never have you whipped again, I promise.”
The girl stared at her with big, doelike eyes. “How?” To her, the brat is an
untouchable monster, Joy realized. Of course he would be. The thought that
Tywin was taking his rage out on his servants disturbed her more than she cared
to admit to herself.
“Don't you worry about the when and the how,” she said. “But when you see him
tomorrow, watch him closely and see if he'll sit down. I promise you he won't!”
The girl did not seem to understand. “Just watch him,” Joy repeated. She handed
her the bottle of soothing oil before getting up. “I have matters to attend to,
sweetling. You find someone to help you apply that ointment. You'll feel better
soon!”
Tytos would have to wait. She would go find Kevan instead. And then, the brat
would be in for a big surprise.
 
***** This never happened *****
Chapter Summary
     Joy is evil. So am I, I suppose.
Kevan sat with his back to the door. He turned around as he heard them enter.
In his hands, he held a sapling, freshly cut, just like she had told him. And
what a sapling it was! Even with the leaves and twigs still on, she could tell
it would make the perfect switch: long, straight, flexible, neither too thin
nor too thick, just perfect.
When Tywin saw his brother, he froze. All the color left his face. “No!” He
said. “No, no, no, no, no!” He wanted to turn around and leave, but Joy grabbed
his wrist. “You stay right here, young man! I am not done with you!”
He yanked his hand free. “You will not... You will not...” He can't get himself
to say the words, she realized. No, he can't even think of a good way to put
this. “I will not spank you in front of your little brother?” She helped him
out. “Is that what you mean to say? Oh, but I will, trust me, that's a
promise!”
Kevan's face flustered. A plump boy of four-and-ten, he still looked more child
than man. He was trying to meet his older brother's gaze to get reassurance
that Joy was only jesting, that everything would be okay, but Tywin did his
best to ignore him.
“I did nothing wrong!” He protested. “She is just a serving girl. It was not
her place to wear my sister's jewelry!”
“Of course,” Joy said, “but you should have come to me or your father. Clearly,
you lack the judgment to decide on an adequate punishment. You can count
yourself lucky I'm not spanking you in front of all the servants, like you did
to that poor girl. Now bare your bottom for me, little lion, before I change my
mind.”
Tywin looked as if he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Kevan
stared at them, his mouth wide open in shock as his older brother grudgingly
did as he was told and took off his pants and undergarments. I've trained my
little lion well, Joy thought proudly.
“Close your mouth, little cub,” she told Kevan. “Unless it's your intention to
look dimwitted. Here,” she handed Tywin the switch and a knife. “Trim and peel
this for me, love! Don't get any ideas. The blade is too blunt to cut my
throat.”
His face was on fire as he sat down on the bed, trimming the twigs and peeling
the bark off the switch.
“This is what happens to little lordlings who like to torment the vulnerable,”
Joy reminded him sternly. She turned to Kevan. “Look at me, child! You may be
the Lord of Casterly Rock one day if your brother persists in his errors. To
beat a servant girl is weak and cowardly, you hear me? Sometimes your servants
may need to be punished, but the punishment has to be proportionate, you
understand? What will youdo if you ever catch a servant doing something wrong?”
“I'll come to you,” Kevan said meekly, looking down on the floor. Tywin shot
him an angry glare.
“That's right,” Joy praised the younger boy. “You'll come to me.”
She ran her hands over the switch once Tywin was done peeling it, bending it to
test its flexibility. It was smooth and supple. “Well done! Now lie on your
back, little lion, legs up.”
At first, he only cringed at her calling him little lion, but then, slowly, he
began to realize what she was asking of him. “On my back?!” He was horrified.
“No! No!”
“Do I always have to threaten?” She lamented. “Won't you ever be a good little
lion and do as you're told? On your back now, legs up.” She repeated. He seemed
to be in shock, paralyzed at the thought of being forced into such a degrading
position. It worked in her favor. She eased him onto the bed and bent his legs
back, pushing them against his stomach. “There. Hold your legs for me, will
you?”
His face was burning as he locked his arms behind his knees, fully exposed, his
feet dangling in the air.
She picked up the switch and coated it with oil. A little oil could go a long
way to increase the sting without breaking the skin, she thought smiling to
herself.
Poor little Kevan looked distraught. “Please don't do this!” He begged her. He
took a deep breath. “It was my idea to have the girl whipped!” That was a lie,
of course, and normally, lies angered her, but she couldn't help but be
impressed by his selfless attempt to protect his brother. He's been on the
receiving end before, she realized. He knows what lies ahead, and still, he's
willing to take it on himself to spare his brother the pain and humiliation.
Not for the first time, she cursed the laws of succession. If this one were to
become the Lord of the Rock, I could sleep in peace.She patted his head. “Your
brother is a big boy. He can take this.”
Kevan seemed unconvinced. “Please don't-” he began, but Tywin interrupted him.
“Stop pleading with her like a little girl!” He snapped.
The younger boy looked like a beaten dog. The brat is almost as cruel to his
sibling as he is to his servants. “Your brother wants to help you, and this is
how you thank him?” She brought the switch down with a loud swish. Two boys
cried out in shock and surprise. Kevan's face was a mask of horror, but
somehow, he couldn't get himself to look away, his eyes transfixed on the scene
unfolding before him.
The strike left a noticeable welt mark on Tywin's buttocks. He bit his lips as
she hit him again, suppressing a whimper and turning his head to the side to
avoid her and Kevan's eyes. “No!” Joy said sternly. “You will look at me,
understood, little lion?”
“Don't call me that!” He protested. She smiled inwardly at his attempt to sound
intimidating. Helpless on his back, all it did was make him sound ridiculous,
and he seemed to realize it as the words left his mouth.
Thanks to the oil, his skin did not break, but it did not take long until his
whole backside was burning red with crisscrossed welts. Tears were welling up
in his eyes, though he did his best to fight them back.
Somehow, he had managed to stop himself from crying out in pain, not wanting to
give her the satisfaction of making him weep in front of his little brother,
but the switching was clearly taking its toll. He was trembling, slowly losing
his grip on his legs.
“Looks like your brother's arms are getting tired,” Joy told Kevan. “Do me a
favor and help him hold his legs up, love.”
For a moment, it looked as if her little lion might actually faint in
embarrassment. He closed his eyes. “Please don't do this,” he said softly. It
was the first time he ever used the word please with her, she realized.
“It will be your brother or the guards,” Joy told him firmly.
Kevan was in tears. “Please don't make me do this,” he begged.
Joy stroked his head. “ Be strong, little cub! Your big brother needs your
help. You wouldn't want me to call someone else to do this, would you?”
Kevan sniveled as she motioned for him to kneel on the bed, but he complied.
“There.” She locked his hands around his brother's ankles. “Now keep those legs
pushed back until I'm done, alright? It will all be over soon.” Kevan looked to
the side, and Tywin covered his face with his freed-up hands, but Joy would
have none of that. “No! You will lookat each other,” she commanded.
It was quite a sight, two brothers so uncomfortably close to each other, both
squirming with embarrassment, yet too afraid of what she would do next if they
disobeyed her and looked away.
She raised her hand and brought the switch down again and again on the
sensitive underside of his bottom until her little lion could no longer control
himself and was sobbing just as heavily as his little brother.
Then she stopped. “There, shhh, it's all over.” She helped Kevan get up from
the bed before wiping away Tywin's tears. “I'm sorry I had to do this, but I
cannot allow you to be so cruel to your servants, little lion.” She handed him
his clothes. “Get dressed, love.”
He got up slowly, as if in a trance, his eyes blank as he put his pants back
on.
“Off you go, cubs!” Joy said once he was done.
She could hear the boys whispering as they hurried out of her chamber.
“You must tell father,” Kevan implored his brother, his voice still choked with
tears. “This...this... She... she is out of-”
“I will not, and neither will you!” Tywin interrupted him, panicked. “This
never happened. See you'll remember that! This never happened!”
She smiled to herself.Oh, my little lion. His pride was working in her favor.
She closed the door behind them. Right. I still need to go find Tytos. She
looked at the switch in her hands, wiping it clean with a piece of cloth. A
little surprise for my Laughing Lion, she thought. Though to him, she
suspected, it would be of the pleasant kind.
 
***** Will you *stop talking* about it! *****
Chapter Summary
     Kevan wants to *talk* about things
Tywin had tried his best to avoid his brother, but eventually, the younger boy
tracked him down and cornered him in the stables.
“I'm sorry!” Kevan kept repeating over and over again. “I'm sorry. I'm so
sorry!”
Gods, why won't he stop saying that? He could feel the blood rush into his
head. “I don't know what you're talking about,” he responded stiffly.
“You know... what Joy did to you...” Kevan was biting his lip. “Hitting you...
and what Idid...holding your-”
“I know,” he hissed, cutting the younger boy off before he had the chance to
utter the word 'legs.' “Will you stop talking about it?” Things were bad enough
as they were. The last thing he needed was Kevan rubbing salt into his wounds.
His brother looked crestfallen. “I'm sorry! I know you're angry at me. I didn't
want to do it; I just didn't want her to get the guards! Will you forgive me?”
Only if you stop reminding me... “I'll be going back to King's Landing,” he
changed the topic. “The Rock bores me to death.” He sighed. There was no way
around it. I'll have to ask him to come along if I ever want him to shut up
about what Joy did. It was the best way to show his brother he'd forgiven him.
"I suppose you'll be joining me?”
Kevan's eyes lit up. “Yes! Yes, I'd love to come with you.”
“Good.” Tywin said. “I'll inform father, tell him we're leaving on the morrow.”
***** Like a Lion Eating Its Prey *****
Chapter Summary
     Smutty alibi plot; teenage angst and confusion
He heard a noise coming from his father's chambers just as he was about to
enter. Something told him he should just turn around and leave, but his
curiosity got the better of him. He carefully pushed the door open.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, but his father was nowhere
to be seen. When he finally spotted him, his heart skipped a beat. Lord Tytos
was on the opposite side of the room, facing away from him. He was pushing Joy
against the wall, rocking her up and down, both of them naked as their nameday!
Joy had her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, her
soft brown curls tumbling over her shoulders. Tywin had only seen her once with
her hair down, on the day of her wedding, but back then, it had been combed and
tamed while now, it was wild and disheveled. Her brown eyes were radiant,
reflecting the golden glow of the candles. He felt a tingle in his stomach as
he caught a glimpse of her small, firm breasts.
And Lord Tytos... he'd never seen him so... ferocious. His father was growling
like an animal devouring her, digging his nails into Joy's hips, biting her
neck, leaving her bruised and bloody. Like a lion eating its prey... It felt
odd to see a weak man like his father looking so strong, so fierce, so
aggressive...
He wanted to leave before his father or Joy noticed him but found himself
unable to move or avert his eyes, mesmerized by their passionate dance. The
prey was fighting back, moaning and throwing her head back, clawing her nails
into his father's shoulders, drawing blood.
It was only then that he noticed Lord Tytos's backside was covered with welt
marks. Their pattern looked horribly familiar. And as if it had been put there
just to taunt him, he saw the switch Joy had used on him propped up against the
wall, within her hand's reach.
He gasped as her hand began to feel around for it. Did she see me? Does she
know I'm here? He slowly backed away. As soon as he was out of their earshot,
he ran.
He didn't feel safe until he was back in his bedchamber and had barred the door
behind him. Like a lion eating its prey...He was pacing around his room,
desperately trying to forget what he had seen. But no matter how hard he tried,
he couldn't get the image out of his head. Or the sounds Lord Tytos and Joy had
made, growling, hissing, moaning...
To his horror, he felt a bulge in his pants. No, no, no! This can't be! Not
now! He tried picturing his nursemaid with her stern, disapproving gaze and the
dark hair growing on her upper lip. But somehow, her face kept turning into
Joy's, a mocking smile on her lips as if she could see him right now. Oh, my
little lion, he heard her say.
He tried counting the bricks on the wall and examined every single furrow on
the wooden floor of his room, but nothing would work. Wherever he looked, all
he could see was his father biting and scratching Joy as she moaned in pain and
pleasure. He even thought of going to the kitchen for some ice, but in his
state, he did not dare leave his room.
In the end, he gave up and unlaced his breeches. She doesn't know; nobody will
ever know this happened, he told himself. Ah, but I do know, Joy's voice
taunted him in his head. I know everything about you, little lion. He wanted to
slap her, shove her against the wall, scratch those firm, pale breasts of hers
bloody and devour her like his father had... It was all he could think about.
Once he had spilled his seed, he took a moment to collect himself before
calling his servants to pack his belongings and make preparations for his
departure. Everything will be alright once I'm back in King's Landing, he told
himself. He would have time to think, clear his head, and plan his next move.
 
***** Nothing that needs concern you, my lady *****
Chapter Summary
     A bit more alibi plot, but I promise there'll be more spanking soon :
     )
It had been two years since the cubs' hasty departure for King's Landing. And
even though she would have rather cut out her tongue than admit it, Joy had
missed her little lions.
Still, the day Tytos had received a raven informing him the boys were due for a
visit, she had doubled the Lannister household guards' pay to ensure they took
orders from her and from her alone. One could never be too careful.
Joy was busy overseeing preparations for winter, so she did not realize her
cubs had returned until Kevan came to look for her in her study to greet her.
He had grown much taller, but his face remained a bit chubby, making him appear
younger than he was. “I'm a knight now.” He told her proudly. “Lord Roger
himself knighted me!”
Joy nodded approvingly. She'd been forced to deal with Roger Reyne several
times in the past year and did not find him the most pleasant of company, but
there was no denying he was a formidable fighter. Everybody said so. “I'm sure
you fought valiantly in the war then, Ser!” She told him, not without a certain
pride.
Tywin tried to avoid her as best he could, but when he couldn't evade her, he
treated her correctly as befit her status as Lady of the Rock. Compared to two
years prior, he had become much calmer and more collected, though Joy wasn't
sure that was a good thing. Somehow, the hotheaded youth who liked to call her
a whore to her face had been much more predictable than the composed young man
who had returned from King's Landing.
She asked some of her guards to keep an eye on him, but it was more by chance
that she saw him heading for the rookery. At first, she thought he was trying
to threaten the maesters. But when she caught up with him halfway up the stairs
to the tower, she saw he was carrying letters of his own. “What are those,
Tywin?”
“Just letters,” he said. “Nothing that needs concern you, my lady.”
My lady, she thought. Oh, have we come a long way. But the courtesy did not
make her trust him any better. Before he knew it, she had snatched the letters
out of his hands. “I'll be the judge of that, young man,” she said sternly.
She quickly skimmed the letters, proud to know she no longer instinctively
mouthed the words as she read them. Present yourself at Casterly Rock within a
fortnight... Answer for your crimes... “Does your father know you're sending
letters to Lord Walderan and Lord Roger accusing them of crimes against your
sire?”
“Father is a busy man. I do not want to trouble him with these tedious
matters,” he said. “Surely you would agree that these two lords must be brought
to heel.”
She managed to suppress a smile at the very last moment. “Yes. But last I
checked, you were not the Lord of Casterly Rock.”
“Last I checked neither were you,” he shot back. His polite facade was
beginning to crack. “I told you, this is none of your concern. Why do you even
care?”
“Because I'm trying to teach you to stop going behind your father's back, and
I'm worried that you're out to shed blood. The last thing the Westerlands need
is a war. Wars bring poverty and destruction. If you ever want to be a lord,
you will need to understand that, little lion.”
That brought a sudden end to his pretense of gallantry and composure. “You will
not call me that!” He spat. “I am a man of eight-and-ten and a knight proven in
battle. You will show me respect, woman!”
“Oh, it's Ser then, is it now?” She said. “Well, you may fancy yourself a
knight,Ser, but all I see is a spoiled little lion with bad manners. To your
room! I will deal with you later!”
He stared at her, rage mixed with disbelief, and for a moment, she feared he
might push her down the stairs. But then he took a deep breath. “No, I think
not, my lady,” he said before seizing the letters from her hands and walking
past her back down the stairs.
***** A plant from Yi Ti, a root *****
Chapter Summary
     Hooray for ginger :)
She'd given him several chances to rectify his behavior and come to her of his
own accord, but he'd refused to speak to the servants she'd sent to summon him
or to acknowledge the messages they carried. In the end, she saw no other
choice. The captain of the household guard had seemed uneasy about her plans at
first, but after a nod from Tytos, he'd grudgingly agreed to play his part.
She had expected the guards to have to drag the cub before her, but Tywin was
unexpectedly calm for someone who had been awoken in the middle of the night
and hauled across half the castle only to be delivered to her of all people.
“You have my leave to go,” he told the guards, as if he had asked them to
accompany him.
Joy nodded to signal her agreement, and they closed the door behind them.
“What is the meaning of this?” The cub demanded as soon as the guards were
outside.
“I'm giving you one last chance.”
“Or what?” He sneered. “You'll send that letter? King Aegon the Weak, lover of
smallfolk, is dead, burned to ashes at Summerhall, in case no-one had told you.
Thank the gods. All he ever did was give rights to commoners and watch the
realm fall apart.”
Joy had to take a deep breath not to lose her cool. She had wept the day they
brought her the news of King Aegon's passing, and Tywin's words offended her
more than she could say. But it was no use arguing with him. “I doubt King
Jaehaerys would appreciate you speaking about his father in such a manner,” she
told him firmly. “But, no, I won't be sending any letters, not tonight at
least. This is your last chance to submit to your punishment of your own will
before I have you stripped and bound by the guards.”
He looked as if he wanted to strike her, but then he just threw his hands in
the air. “Oh, enough. I won't suffer any more of your madness. I'll forgive you
this folly of having me dragged here this once, but see you'll never do it
again, or you will regret it.” He turned around and strode right out the door,
but the guards blocked his path.
Joy smiled. “Ah, good you're still here,” she told them. “The little lordling
needs help undressing, it would seem.”
The captain of the guards was near seven feet of packed muscle, a mountain of a
man, but he looked as though he was about to piss his pants when she spoke the
words. She knew he would have preferred for it not to come to this, and so had
she, truth be told. Still, it could not be helped, and the captain knew that as
well. “Sorry m'lord, orders of Lord Tytos!” He muttered as two of his men
grabbed a hold of Tywin, unceremoniously pulled off his boots and started
unlacing his pants.
For half a heartbeat, the cub was in complete shock; then disbelief turned to
panic. “Stop! Take your hands off me! I'll do it! Leave, all of you!”
The guards stepped back as Joy gestured for them to withdraw.
“I'll see their heads on spikes,” Tywin told her as soon as they were gone.
“And yours, too, one day.”
Joy smiled mildly. “Perhaps you will,” she said, “but for now, you'll see that
those pants come off.”
She watched as he stripped off his clothes, until he stood in front of her in
nothing but his waistcoat, stiff as a poker, his head read with anger, and
shame and something else she couldn't quite place.
“See, that was easy,” Joy told him. “Why couldn't you do that in the first
place? I'm afraid you've earned yourself some additional punishment for all the
trouble you put the guards through.”
He eyed her suspiciously as she pulled out two pieces of rope and a fleshy
tuber the size and shape of her hand. “Your choice. It's the rope or this.”
She could see him panic at the thought of being tied like cattle, but the oddly
shaped plant in her hand made him nervous as well.
“It's called gi-ang,” Joy explained. “It's a plant from Yi Ti, a root. The
cooks use it to add spice and flavor to your food on festive occasions, little
lion. You've had it many times, I'm sure. So. Which one will it be?”
“The root,” he mumbled, barely audible.
“Pardon? Which?”
“That thing! The root.” He repeated testily.
“Then the root it shall be.” She took out a knife, broke a finger off the hand-
shaped mass and started skinning it. She would have preferred for him to peel
it himself, but in his current state, she did not trust him with a blade of any
sort.
Once everything was ready, she made him kneel on the bed. “Chest down, bottom
up, love. Show me those lovely cheeks. That's good! You can rest your head on
your arms. You'll be more comfortable that way.”
She knelt down right behind him, running her hands over those two perfectly
shaped mounds sticking up in front of her. It was only then that she noticed
the marks. They had partly faded away, but there was no doubt about it: there
were welts on his buttocks, and they certainly weren't hers from over two years
ago. The sight brought a smile to her face. Oh, my little lion, what have you
been up to?But she knew better than to confront him now. This was a piece of
information she would keep for some other time.
“Relax, love,” she told him instead. “Relax your muscles.” She gently parted
his buttocks, revealing the tight pink hole hidden between them, and started to
push the peeled root in. But as soon as he felt its cold, wet touch, he leapt
to his feet.
“What is this!” He glared at her in shock. “What are you doing?!”
“Did I give you leave to get up?” She gestured at the bed. “Back down.”
“You are mad! You can't do this!” He protested, slowly backing away, trying to
put as much distance between himself and Joy as possible.
“Back down now, sweetling, or I'll call the guards, and we'll have to use that
rope after all.”
“This is wrong! You cannot do this! It's... it's unnatural!” The thought of
having to submit to this clearly terrified him, but he'd seen enough to have
realized Joy made no idle threats, not today. He knelt back down on the bed,
burying his head in his arms to avoid her gaze.
She gave his buttocks a quick slap before pulling them apart and slowly
inserting the root. He was clenching his muscles. “Relax, little lion,” she
hummed. “This would be much less painful for you if you just relaxed!” For now,
at least.
He winced and squirmed uncomfortably on the bed as she pushed the gi-ang finger
up further. “Ah, here we go, we're almost done. There!”
His head had turned a deeper shade of red. He looked as though he was praying
for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. But as the heat of the gi-ang
gradually built in intensity, the shame and humiliation on his face were
replaced by a look of fear and anxiousness.
She got up to fetch a paddle from her collection. The one she picked wasn't
particularly big or scary looking, but his face turned pale when he spotted it
all the same.
Joy knelt back down on the bed, gently massaging his buttocks as she waited for
the burn to build. And build it did. Soon, he was shifting uncomfortably, and
not long after, he was biting his lips as the first tears shot to his eyes.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. “Please let me remove it! It burns!” For
a moment, it looked as if he might call in the guards and beg them to get him
out of there, away from her, come what may.
“No,” Joy said. “Be a strong little lion for me.” She gave his buttocks one
final squeeze before bringing the paddle down with full force. His immediate
reflex when the hard wood made contact with his bare skin was to tense his
muscles to reduce the pain, but that only worsened the burn inside of him,
making him cry out in anguish.
It only took a few more blows until he was in tears, begging her to stop. She
felt sorry for him, but she was determined not to let him off the hook before
she had made her point.
“You will not go behind your father's back everagain!” She told him,
accentuating every word with a blow on his tender, aching bottom.
“I won't! I won't! Please stop!”
“Don't ever try to start a war with your father's bannermen!”
“I won't! I promise!”
“If I tell you to come see me, you will, understood?”
“I will! I'm sorry! Stop!”
He was squirming on the bed, pulling his hair, fighting with himself not to
reach back with his hands to protect his bottom.
Finally, when his backside was little more than a red, burning mess, she took
pity on him.
He collapsed flat on the bed, only to be reminded of the burning sensation
inside of him the moment his legs straightened. “Please take that thing out!”
He sounded tired.
She pulled his buttocks apart, taking care not to hurt him any more than she
had to, and gently pulled out the gi-ang. He lay flat on his stomach, too
exhausted to move or speak.
“There, it's all over!” She was rubbing his back. For once, he didn't recoil
from her touch.
Joy couldn't have said how long they stayed like that. She was about to get up
when suddenly, he turned his head to face her. “Do you really not understand
why I did what I did?” He asked. There was neither anger nor arrogance in his
voice. “Why I had to send that letter? Not even a little bit?”
He is talking to me in earnest, she realized. That took her aback for a moment.
“Ah, but I do understand,” she told him once she had recovered herself. “I
understand you better than you think. As a matter of fact, there is something
I've been meaning to talk to you about.”
 
***** I'm afraid you have no say in the matter *****
Chapter Summary
     Tywin learns he'll have to take one for the team
He slowly rose, pushing himself up on all fours first before sliding off the
bed. She could tell he was still in a great deal of pain.
“Lie down on my lap, love,” she gestured at her knees. “I'll give you something
to ease the pain while we speak.”
To her great surprise, he bent himself over without protest. She poured some
soothing oil into her cupped hand and began to spread it on his bright red
backside, gently massaging it into his skin. He was tense at first, but slowly
started to relax.
“I understand you, Tywin, I do,” she began. “You see, it was me who persuaded
your father to send ravens to all his bannermen who had borrowed gold from
House Lannister.” Tytos had been reluctant to ask his vassals to repay their
debt, of course, but she had insisted.
“You?” He asked incredulously. “Why do youcare?”
“Because,” she said, “I am a baker's daughter, and I know that once you start
forgiving debts, you might as well close up shop. It's a lesson I learned
early. My father called it kindness, but the truth is, people will think of it
as weakness and exploit it. I was always the one who made sure people paid us
in time. Go to Lannisport and ask around, see if you can find anyone who owes
Joy the baker's daughter even so much as a copper. I assure you, you will find
no-one.” She sighed. “Like it or not, little lion, I am a Lannister now. That
money is owed to me as well.”
“So you agree that the Reynes and Tarbecks must pay us back!” He said. “Then
why did you-” He stopped abruptly. She had pushed a finger inside his hole and
was spreading the ointment inside of him to ease the burn of the gi-ang. He
winced at first and shifted his body, clenching his sphincter tightly around
her finger, but as the cooling properties of the soothing oil began to take
effect, he loosened up.
“That feels good, doesn't it?”
He did not respond, but he didn't protest either when she pushed in a second
finger, gently stretching him. “I told you,” she said. “I don't want you to
spill blood. War is a terrible thing. I don't blame you. You're still young,
and you've grown up protected in a castle, but-”
“I've fought in battle!” He protested. “I've killed in battle.”
“I have no doubt about that,” she said, “but you don't know what war means for
the smallfolk.” You do notcare what it means for the smallfolk, she thought
sadly. To you, we're not even human.But there was no point in arguing with him.
It only made her tired. “Be that as is may, this issue will be resolved
peacefully. I'll hear no more of war from you.”
She'd found the small round gland inside of him and began massaging it with her
fingers.
“What- what are you doing?!”
“I'm trying to make you feel better, little lion.”
“Stop! Stop it! I- I don't like it!”
She smiled. That bump against my knee tells me otherwise, she thought. But she
did as he bid her and pulled her fingers out. She felt bad enough as it was,
knowing what she was about to tell him. So she returned to spreading more oil
on his red backside.
“I met with Lady Ellyn,” she said. “I'm sure you remember her.”
He tensed. “That bitch!”
“Ah! Watch your language, young man!” She gave his bottom a light slap. “I
spoke with her, and she agreed to persuade her brother and her husband to repay
the gold owed to House Lannister.”
“Impossible!” The cub spat. “Lady Ellyn would never promise such a thing.”
“There is a price,” Joy conceded. “But after all the stories she told me, I was
willing to give her what she wants.”
“What does she want? A husband for her daughter? I suppose we could give her
Gerion if she's willing to wed her grown daughter to an infant,” he scoffed.
“No,” Joy said. “She does not want a Lannister good-son.”
“Land, then?” The cub kept guessing.
No doubt you're racking your brain what poisonous gift you could make her.She
parted his legs to apply the oil to his inner thighs. Her touch made him twitch
involuntarily. “No. No land. No titles, either. No, little lion, she wants
you.”
He jumped up. “She wants what?”
“It seems you've been quite rude to her in the past. She did not appreciate
your attitude. We have that in common, Lady Ellyn and I. So I told her about
my... methods. Long story short, she'll make sure all debts will be repaid in
full if-”
Tywin looked at her, petrified. “No!” He shook his head. “No!I can't believe
she even dared to ask!”
“She didn't,” Joy said calmly. “I offered.”
He gave her a disgusted look. “I can't believe you would do such a thing!” Was
she imagining things or was there hurt on his face as well? She could not say
for sure. “Well, if you think I'm going to play along, you're mistaken.”
“I'm afraid you have no say in the matter. The deal has already been made. Lady
Ellyn is on her way to Casterly Rock, bringing half the money owed to your
father with her.”
“Good!” He scoffed. “Then I'll take the money from her and throw her in a
dungeon.”
Joy laughed. “I don't think so, young man. I won't allow it, and neither will
your father.”
“Father would not allow Lady Ellyn to-” he began but then stopped himself.
“You're right, he probably wouldn't approve of the deal I've made,” Joy agreed.
“But he will never find out about it because you won't tell him, will you,
little lion? You're too proud to run and beg your father for help. No. You'd
rather take your punishment from Lady Ellyn.”
“No, I won't!” He strode towards the door and almost pushed it open when he
suddenly remembered he was still naked from the waist down.
“Think of it this way,” Joy said as he dressed himself. “You'll finally get to
do something to help your house.”
He did not dignify that with a response and left without another word.
Joy did feel guilty. He tried to talk to me nicely. But she could hardly
backtrack on the promise she'd made to Ellyn.
She sighed. Well, I suppose it's better than war.
***** We should both pay a price *****
Chapter Summary
     Joy proposes a deal
Ellyn Reyne Tarbeck stood tall at almost six feet with dark hair that tumbled
over her shoulders. Her dress was made of red silk laced with silver that
matched her radiant gray eyes. Joy couldn't help but feel intimidated by her as
she watched the Tarbeck men unloading the gold she'd agreed to repay.
Lady Ellyn had brought her husband in tow, and he seemed to be scuttling behind
her wherever she went. This is the easy one, Joy thought. Nothing is truly
settled until she delivers us her brother. For that to happen, the cub needs to
play along.
And therein lay her problem. Tywin would acknowledge Joy's presence in front of
others when he had no choice, but he hadn't spoken to her since that night. She
knew he wouldn't go to Tytos, but somehow she doubted he would meekly submit to
Ellyn.There's no way around it, she thought. I'll have to sweeten the deal.
She found Tywin in his bedchamber where he'd spent most of the time since the
Tarbecks had arrived at Casterly Rock. “Come to drag me off to present to Lady
Ellyn?” He asked, unsmiling.
“No,” she said. “I've come to apologize. And to make you an offer.”
For half a heartbeat, he looked as if he might simply kick her out, but then he
decided against it. “I'm listening.”
“I've made a promise to Lady Ellyn,” she began, “and she's held up her end of
the deal. It would be a grievous affront to fail to honorourend of the deal.”
“There's no us or our end of the deal as far as I am concerned. So you'll
forgive me if I fail to see why I should be worried about hurting Lady Ellyn's
feelings.”
“This isn't about feelings,” Joy said. “This is about avoiding bloodshed. But I
take your point. I made this deal rashly.”
“Indeed, you did.” He said darkly.
Joy took a deep breath. What she was about to propose both frightened and
excited her. “Be that as it may, I will not renege on my promise to Ellyn. This
is going to happen, whether you like it or not. But I feel this deal benefits
the both of us, so we should both pay a price.”
Tywin looked up. Well, I have his attention now.
“It would seem Lady Ellyn has no interest in disciplining me,” she continued.
“But if you play along nicely and offer yourself to her of your own free will,
you'll get to do with me as you please in return.”
His jaw dropped.
Didn't see that coming, did you, little lion?Joy thought. “That's right. Well,
you won't get to kill me, I should add, and I'd prefer to keep all my limbs,
but other than that...”
The look on his face was priceless. He was completely stunned, unable to utter
a single word.
Finally, he seemed to regain his senses. “Get out.” He said.
Joy nodded, quickly turning around to hide her smile.
She knew she had him.
 
***** That sick woman *****
Lady Ellyn would smirk at him every time she passed him. I'm waiting, her eyes
would say. Joy made me a promise. You can delay this, but you cannot escape me.
It was infuriating.
The worst part was the way things stood, she was right. Unless he fled for
King's Landing, ceding her the Rock yet again, Joy would follow through with
her mad plans, come what may. She'd proven him that much when she'd dragged him
out of bed in the middle of the night. The memory still turned his stomach. She
might pretend that she did what she did for purely disciplinary reasons, but he
knew better. That sick woman.
Of course, there was always the possibility that Joy might meet with an
accident. She was careful enough, he had to grant her that. Her personal guards
accompanied her almost everywhere, never letting her out of sight. Still, Tywin
was almost certain she did not know about the secret entrance to her
bedchamber. This was the kind of thing only someone who had spent a childhood
at Casterly Rock would know.
He could have a few trusted men snatch her in the middle of the night and have
her thrown off her balcony. It was a long way down to the Lion's Mouth. Like as
not, they'd never even find her body.
But somehow, that did not satisfy him. Her death has to be public, he thought.
People need to see what happens to those who do not know their place. Elsewise,
it would only be a matter of time until Lord Tytos would find himself a new
whore.
Of course, for her to be executed, she'd either have to be found guilty of a
crime or... Father has to go first. But everybody knew that the kinslayer was
accursed in the eyes of gods and men.
Tywin pushed the thought aside. No. He couldn't kill Joy just yet. But hecould
make her suffer. She herself had been stupid enough to make him a deal. Of
course, he had no intention of offering himself up to Ellyn.
Still, he couldn't get the thought of Joy begging him for mercy out of his
head. And what did he have to lose anyway? If she was going to make him suffer
for refusing to flee Casterly Rock, he might as well pay her back in kind, at
least.
He grabbed the dagger on his bedside table and set out for Joy's chamber.
 
***** You shouldn't make assumptions *****
Joy wore a golden damask gown, her brown curls piled on top of her head, making
her look almost elegant for a baseborn woman. She stepped aside to let him in.
“You've made up your mind then.” Is that a smile?He couldn't quite tell.
She was sipping wine from a silver cup. “I'm glad you decided to come,” she
said, pouring him some as well. “Here. We should talk.”
He took the cup and turned it upside down. “I'm not here to make conversation.”
Joy looked at the puddle of wine on the floor. It was then that she noticed the
dagger on his belt, and for a moment, he thought he could see apprehension in
her eyes. “Tonight is your night because I am a woman of my word, but don't
think I won't remember this.”
Tywin pointed at the floor. “You'd better clean this up,” he said, seating
himself in her chair. Whore.
Joy shrugged, fetching a piece of cloth from her dresser.
She was about to stoop down to mop up the wine when he interrupted her: “No
need to ruin a perfectly good dress. Strip.”
He did not expect her to put down her cup and walk over, turning around right
in front of him. “Help me, will you?”
For a moment, he was too taken aback to understand what she wanted him to do,
but then he began to unlace her dress in the back. It was bound tightly, so
tightly that he wondered how she could even breathe. His hands were shaking, so
in the end, he had to use his dagger to cut the lace.
“Everything needs to come off.” He told her once he had pulled down her dress.
Joy slipped off her underskirt and smallclothes without protest, turning around
to face him.
She was so close he could see the fine, silvery lines on her breasts and
thighs, glistening in the soft light of the oil lamp.
She noticed his gaze. “Yes, little lion. I've given birth. I have a son of my
own. He's in Lannisport, with my brother and his wife.”
Somehow, it had never occurred to him that Joy might have a child. She laughed
at his surprise. “How else do you think I would be able to give suck to
Gerion?”
A bastard, most like, he thought. A boy so low of birth he does not even bear
the name Hill. “Father didn't let you bring him to court.” He'd never thought
Lord Tytos had that much sense in him.
But Joy shook her head. “The choice was mine.” She closed her eyes. “He's six
now. He barely even recognizes me.”
I'll need someone to follow her the next time she goes to see him. “You're his
mother. He'll understand why you did what you did.”
Joy chuckled. “Are you trying to put me at ease so I'll let my guard down?” She
turned around abruptly and started wiping up the wine he had spilled. “What
now? Or have you only come to watch me clean in my nameday suit?”
He hesitated. Even naked, she was still too much at ease, too much in control.
“Come.” He took a piece of lace from her dress to tie her hands behind her
back.
There was a hook protruding from one of the wooden beams on the ceiling. That
should serve. He strung the remaining lace together, tying one end around her
bound wrists and slinging the other over the hook, pulling her up until she
could barely stand on her toes.
He took a step back to take a look at his work.
Joy was bent over slightly, struggling to shift her weight between her strained
shoulders and the tips of her toes. “Best not let your father catch us like
this.”
She's afraid, he noted. Trying to hide it behind a jest, but she's scared now.
He would have lied to claim that did not please him. “My father is hunting
lions with Lord Walderan.”
He started rummaging through her drawers, emptying the contents on the floor.
He knew well enough by now where she kept her implements, but it was more fun
this way.
Joy's eyes widened when he pulled out a thick cord of leather parting into
several thinner strings at the end. The look on her face made his stomach
flutter. Didn't expect you'd get whipped, did you? You probably thought I was
going to pull you over my lap and give you a mild spanking.
He'd watched plenty of his servants getting whipped before, but he'd never done
it himself. Still, he could hear Joy suck in a breath of air when he brought
the leather straps down on her backside.
He struck again. Each strap left a thin red mark on her skin. He struck harder.
The leather strings curled around her waist, leaving streaks on her side and
her belly. Joy hissed.
It only took a few more hits until her back was bleeding and she was fighting
back tears. But no matter how hard he struck, she would not cry out, and that
was beginning to annoy him.
He stopped to take a look at her near unblemished front, wondering what it
would be like to whip that cream-colored belly and her pointed breasts until
they were raw and bleeding. He'd never seen it done before, but he just
couldn't resist; he had to know what it felt like.It'll take less force. The
skin should break more easily.
There was terror on her face when she realized what he was about to do.
He didn't even strike her that hard, but this time, she did scream. He smacked
her again.
The door burst open, and a guard rushed in. “M'lady! Are you alright? Is
everything... M'lord?” His eyes flickered back and forth between Joy, bound and
bleeding, and Tywin, who had lowered his whip.
Joy was still struggling to regain composure. “It's alright,” she finally said.
“I'm fine. Leave us.” At least she did not have the gall to smile.
The guard eyed Tywin suspiciously. “It's not right to hit a lady.” He said. “Is
just not right, m'lord.”
“It's alright, Alyn.” Joy repeated. “Go. I'll be fine.”
The man bowed, half-convinced at best. “Call if you need help, m'lady!”
Once he was gone, Tywin raised Joy's head. She still looked frightened when she
met his eyes.
But she had sent the guard away of her own free will, and that took the fun out
of it for him. And the way that man looked at me. As if I were some savage...He
gave her a few more lashes on her back before he stopped.
“Don't ever touch me again,” he told her. “Or next time I won't be so kind.”
Joy pushed herself up on her toes to take the strain off her shoulders. “You
know you shouldn't make threats you can't keep, little lion,” she said. “I
don't think there will be a next time. But I am glad you took my deal.”
A smile crept across his face. “I never accepted your deal. You just assumed I
had. You really shouldn't make assumptions, my lady.”
Joy sighed. “Well, we'll see about that. Will you let me down at least?”
For a moment, he considered leaving her there. Sooner or later, one of her
guards would find and free her. But then he lowered her and cut her wrists
free.
She was rubbing her hands, trying to get the blood flowing again. The lace had
cut deep into her skin. “You need to learn to control yourself, little lion,”
she told him as she wrapped herself in her bedrobe, wincing as the cloth made
contact with her back.
“Don't ever lay your hands on me again, and we won't have any problems,” he
repeated.
But just as he rushed out her door, he heard a familiar voice. “Tywin! What a
happy coincidence. I was just going to speak to Joy about you. Why don't you
stay?”
 
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