1. A Song of Lust and Desire: Chapter VII: The One In Which Arya Gets Punished


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Fan fiction, Incest, Spanking, Author: AryaStarkNaked, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    CHAPTER SEVEN: The Red Keep, King's Landing Arya warily stood at the entrance of her room in the Red Keep, watching the old man pace behind a table, his eyes flickering her direction every other step. Remembering the King's demand that he punish her for attacking Joffrey on the King's Road, Arya chewed at her lower lip and tentatively asked him, "Are you upset at me, father?" At this Eddard Stark paused, and settled into a chair before replying, "Come here, my child." Arya padded forward, and gasped in surprise as one of Eddard's rough, strong hands shoot out and surround her tiny arm, and jerked her forward, tumbling her flat stomach over his lap, bending her over and revealing her pants-covered ass to his roving eyes. "Upset? Never, Arya. Nor...am I surprised." Arya struggled briefly as Eddard's hand roved over her ass, squeezing fleetingly before jerking her pants over her pert, tight ass and down her legs in a single motion. Arya squealed in pain and surprise as the strong SMACK of her father's right hand on her tight ass echo out of the chamber. Eddard's left hand held her squirming form to his lap as he laid SMACK after SMACK after punishing SMACK onto Arya's defenceless ass, alternating left-and-right between cheeks. Arya's lithe legs kicked and, her voice wailing, begged for Eddard to stop. By the fifteenth spanking, Eddard's hand - despite being hidden in a thick moleskin glove - began to sting, and Arya's wails had tapered off to sobs and pitiful, tear-soaked ...
    whimpers, and...a low moan. Eddard noticed a glistening shine drip from his daughter's thighs, his vision unfocuses, and for a moment - hand paused high - he thinks himself back to all those years ago when he walked into his father's room after hearing those wails and strange smacking sounds. Refocusing on the sobbing, writhing form of his daughter on his lap, Eddard's hand lowers and gently pushes her thighs apart, running his fingertip sensually along his daughter's cleft. Arya's body reacted immediately, shuddering and trembling. "F-f-father?" Arya's tear-stained face lifts and stares at Eddard. Moments later her quivering lips part and a low, sultry groan is released as Eddard's thick finger slowly works its way into her cunt, whose vice-light tightness grips and squeezes it immediately. Eddard's cool, collected tone replies to her, his finger never stopping his expert manipulation of his daughter's cunt, guiding her closer-and-closer to the edge, "You are...even more similar to your aunt than I had realized. Stark women...are born with a Need. Wolf's Blood, my father called it." While his fingertip caressed her innermost walls, his thumb jolted against her clit with a little circular motion, "He found Lyanna in the Godswood, doing...something very similar to what you got caught doing." Arya's virgin and nubile body rock back against Eddard's finger, riding his attention to blissful heavens. Her tear-stained eyes flutter closed, unable to find any voice or words. With a shudder ...
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