Night Before Execution

...Count of Finsterwood whip her without any real anger, but really thoroughly. There were no doubts, that many his previous wives and concubines and most probably careless maids had exposed their bottoms for such a punishment long before her. Unlucky intrigante supposed, that she won't stand her punishment easily, but she never thought, that it would be that painful. Soon her moans became screams, and her hands clenched headboard hard. Her covered with a bright red welts rosy glow bottom was wagging after each stinging stroke. Her will was strong enough, so she didn't beg for mercy, but she couldn't stand the pain, not wagging her sore bottom, trying to save it from the hand of vengeance. The riding crop stung her bottom just like a wasp, making Bess squealing like a housemaid. At first she tried to distract herself from the pain imagining, how she will make Livonna pay for her suffering. Bess was sure, that Sebastian will grant she-werewolf life. but not freedom, so Livonna will become her housemaid. But every fresh crop stroke was making vampiress harder to turn her mind to anything, but the stinging pain in her butt. She bite her lips, trying not to scream, but every fresh stroke was not just leaving a crimson welts over her red buttocks, but knocking a squeal out of her chest. Tears were running down her cheeks and falling on the pillow. Bess hardly stand not to cover her burning bottom or beg Sebastian to stop. Only her desperate disinclination to stay in this strange Middle Ages forever didn't allow her to give up. If it all was just about Livonna's fate, Bess would decide to save her own buttocks but not she-werewolf's live. But the fear made her stand to the end. So vampiress wagged her sore bottom under the merciless crop desperately, clenching headboard so hard, that her knuckles turned white. She hated Livonna, who was the reason of her suffering. She hated Sebastian, who gave her such an ultimatum. But the person, who she hated the most, was mysterious collector with a scorpion on his signet, and who was the reason, she and Livonna got into this all. Bess screamed out loud and hardly stand on her knees, gripping her toes in pain. She felt herself, just like the crop was ripping her tender flesh to pieces. She lost count long ago, so she even couldn't say, how long was her suffering. But the crop's swishing again and again made her buttocks clenching in fear, and the count was making pauses between the strokes, to made Bess recover and to feel all the pain. Her round buttocks turned dark red, and the welts became blue, when Lannister finally stopped...