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Andil ran his hand through sleep tousled hair and looked speculatively at the Thalmor justiciar sitting across from him. That both were altmer apparently wasn’t all they had in common. He had been rudely roused from his bed and told the justiciar had summoned him.

At first he was confused why would the mer want to see him? He had no dealings with the Thalmor. When he wondered aloud what was so important that it couldn’t wait until morning. The guard had answered sheepishly that he was to be escorted to Ondolemers personal quarters.

The private conversation which took place behind those closed doors had shocked him awake. And now he wondered what other secret life the justiciar of Marketh was involved in.

Andil considered himself an even tempered mer. And to be fair he usually was. Until it came to the shenanigans of his house Carl Lydia. She seemed to spend all of her time dreaming up new ways annoy him. Like the time she “accidentally” fed him stamina potions claiming they would help him rest. Or the way she kept calling him, “ mage” under her breath; when she knew he could overhear her.

He usually just ignored her having been around enough nords to know most of them disliked mages. Once he’d even asked her if she wanted to quit? She had proceeded to lecture him about oaths and the nord concept of honor.

She was good at her job so he kept her around. That he found her immensely attractive was something he didn’t even admit to himself. Still her attitude had only affected him until now.

Ondolemar had regally informed him that his housecarl had been arrested for Talos worship. However, the Thalmor would release her, if Andil would do him a service and meet his conditions. The justiciar confessed he was sweet on a nord girl from Whiterun.

They had been involved in an affair, but hadn’t parted on the best of terms. Now he wanted someone to make sure she was ok and discreetly deliver a message. In return Lydia’s arrest would be hushed up.

Andil had never considered he would have anything in common with a justiciar. But it seems they were both attracted to nord women. He could appreciate the other mer’s predicament and was willing to help out if the “terms” were acceptable. “You mentioned conditions?”, he asked.

Ondolemar looked worried “I am charged with overseeing the ban on Talos worship. I take my duties seriously. I need your word to punish your servant. It has to be a real punishment, not just a slap on the wrist”.

Andil started to speak, but the justiciar held up his hand interrupting him, “If it had been anyone other than me, your woman would already be in a dungeon! I’ll have your word on this, or I’ll be forced to bring her in as a heretic”.

Andil gave him that look often passed between mers when their female had annoyed them “You have my word! She will be punished”. There was no reason to tell the justiciar why he would punish her. It certainly was not for worshiping Talos.

Ondolemar raised his glass “to strong nord women”. Andil could drink to that, even with a Thalmor.

3 hours earlier ……
Lydia stuck out her tongue behind her thanes departing back. The snobbish altmer loved ordering her around. He turned suddenly catching her in the act. He gave her an inscrutable look ,raising one nicely shaped eyebrow. Before smirking slightly and turning to go on his way. How had he known? Ok so she was being childish, but it was his fault the stupid mage.

He seemed to spend all of his time thinking of new ways to aggravate her. Like the time he’d looked down his nose at her and said his name was Andil not thane. Well maybe that’s how they acted where he came from but this was Skyrim. How dare he snub the honor bestowed on him by the Jarl! A housecarl calling their thane by his name was not done. At least until the two had spent years together and the privilege was earned.

Then there was the time he had complained about her using the blacksmith to maintain her armor. He had made her spend hours cleaning and polishing it, herself , even though they planned to be up early. He felt as a warrior she should maintain her own armor. To add insult to injury he had reprimanded her the next day for being grumpy. Well he had gotten a good nights sleep while she stayed up late doing his bidding.

And now he was doing it again ordering her to have food sent to his room. He was having an early night. Couldn’t he talk and order his own dam food? Well since he wanted her to choose for him, may as well send up milk and stew without any bread. Lets see how he liked that dam mage.

For herself she ordered mead, grilled salmon, leeks and crusty dark bread with creamy butter. “Surely that meal would be better suited to your master little nord” intoned a husky voice from behind her. Lydia almost jumped out of her skin. She turned coming face to face with a rather good looking male altmer. She had noticed him earlier watching her and Andil. He seemed awfully interested in her affairs. He was probably gloating that she served an altmer.

Lydia swallowed. Her thane annoyed her to no end with his snobbish attitude. But she was sworn to serve him. She’d be dammed if she took lip from this stranger. She lost her temper and with it her judgment. “By the nines, what is it to you mer?”. She turned back to the innkeeper and noticed him looking at the mer with dismay in his eyes. What was wrong?
Ondolemar smirked slightly at the nord girl. To be fair he was dressed in plain mage robes. The mouthy little servant didn’t realize she was speaking to a Thalmor justiciar . She had offended him by acting disrespectful to her master for no reason. But he understood why her master went easy on her . She was pretty. She tempted even a superiorly breed mer like himself, to bend her over a table and take her until she couldn’t see straight.

No this girl would be wasted in the dungeons. Plus her own master needed to make her understand that mer were superior to men in all ways. He reached out and grabbed her wrist “You’re accused of Talos worship, come with me”. He watched the realization come over her face. He would let her stew for awhile before he sent for her master. Let her worry for a bit.

He turned to the innkeeper “Send the salmon up to her master. I caution you not to interfere in Thalmor business. I will inform him she is in custody, not you”. The nord was docile as he led her to the holding area near his chambers. It wasn’t until much later he realized he could use her to his advantage.

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Ondolmar’s Rooms

Andril emptied his goblet before standing to ask, “Where is Lydia?”. Ondolmar smirked and Andril began to wonder if he had an affliction that affected his face. Maybe that was the Thalmors regular expression. But the altmer’s next words made him stiffen.

“If you need ideas, I know a couple of methods used with woman. There are some rather painful whips you can use in the chest over there. Women are vain about their hair, cutting your Lydia‘s is something to consider. One more thing, there is a way to punish with fire spells followed by healing. The room she’s in is soundproof . You can make her scream as long as you want and no one will hear a thing”. The Thalmor indicated a door in the corridor he was headed towards.

Andril felt the paralysis spell crackling in his hands. He was mentally calculating how to rescue Lydia and get out. There was no way he was letting another woman fall into the hands of this mer. Once they escaped he was going to the jarl. He would warn the woman in Whiterun. She was better off far away from the justiciar. He was surprised he miscalculated. Usually he was a better judge of character.

He turned to find the Mer regarding him with approval. “That is filled with maps, please check.” He indicated the chest. Andril just gaped at him. Ondolmar shrugged his shoulders “ I enjoy women to much to seriously hurt them. I wanted to see your reaction to my words”

Andril believed him. The other mer seemed sincere. He allowed the spell to fizzle out. “ Why would that be? You don’t seem the type to play games“

Ondolmar gave him a sober look “I needed to know the mettle of the mer I’m exposing my own woman to. I adore her and she has a young daughter to consider. I care for my own. And you need to know what can happen if your servant is taken by someone less forgiving than I. Often pretty women don‘t fair well”.

Andril felt his respect for Ondolmar rise a notch. “Have the message delivered to the inn. I’m anxious to be reunited with my Lydia”. He followed the mer down the short corridor waiting impatiently while he unlocked the door.

He got his first glimpse of Lydia. She was sitting on a wooden bench. With her arms resting on her knees. She had laid her head on her arms. She was facing the wall and didn’t turn to see who had entered. He noticed she was dressed in a linen tunic and trousers.

A plate containing an uneaten bowl of stew and what appeared to be milk was sitting on the floor near her. “Lydia?” He said in a hushed tone trying not to frighten her.

Her response was startling. A visible shiver ran down her spine before she turned to look at him. There were dried tear tracks on her face. She watched him with a look of disbelief in her eyes. Didn’t she realize he would come for her?

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Andril offered his hand to help her up. But, she flinched away from him “Don’t touch me Thalmor!”. Andril glanced at Ondolmar who looked like he knew a secret, and was waiting for him to catch on. “He’s not touching you. Come on lets go.”

Ondolmar cleared his throat “She was not addressing me”. Suddenly Andril felt a loss of words. She thought he was Thalmor? It would be funny if it wasn’t so insulting. He gave her a reproachful look, before walking towards the door, “You can come with me or stay!”.

Lydia realized her mistake when she saw Andril’s reaction. She had to rush to catch up with him. She tried to ignore the way he kept frowning at her during their silent trek back to the inn.

Her thane didn’t speak to her until they were behind closed doors. And even then it was to ask her to sit in one of the two chairs in the room. He took the one opposite her and a silence fell between them. Finally he looked up catching her eye “What happened?”

Lydia told the truth making no effort to spare herself. She tried to gage his reaction. It was obvious her thane was displeased with her. She opened her mouth to speak.

He cut her off with a look “ Not another word Lydia! Just so we’re clear on this! You put yourself in danger and caused me to be indebted to Ondolmar because you were angry at me?!”. He left his chair and began to pace around the room.

Lydia could see her thane was losing control. In any other circumstances it would be fascinating to watch. Andril always kept a calm demeanor . She had never seen him lose his temper. Now he was actually yelling at her. In a way it was good to see he had emotions like a normal person. But this couldn’t end well.

She watched as he visibly pulled himself together and flopped back into his chair “Did I make an unreasonable request? Is it really so hard to serve me?”.

He was speaking so low she could barely make out his words. She decided not to answer, He sighed “You were reckless Lydia” he admonished her. She stared at the floor “Yes my thane.”

Abruptly he sat up straight “come here Lydia”. He reached for her hands and pulled her closer, until she was standing before him and he was looking up at her “Do you have anything else to say about this before I speak to Jarl Balgruuf and ask him to release you from my service?” Lydia knew that as her thane he had a right to chastise her. But this was really harsh.

Andril was relatively new to Skyrim. He probably didn’t realize the severity of what he was proposing. She dropped to one knee “My thane Please! To be dismissed from service in disgrace is the ultimate punishment for a
housecarl. It‘s reserved for the most grievous of offences. My thane please reconsider your judgment on this!“

He raised one nicely shaped eyebrow “You’re saying you want to serve me?”. She nodded earnestly “It‘s what I am sworn to do.” He was quiet for a long time.

Finally he said “Lydia we have to discuss this. You put yourself in real danger today without good reasons. I’d expect that from a child not a trained housecarl. Lydia you know Talos worship is banned! How could you say that to an unknown Altmer?”. She lowered her eyes “It was childish of me my thane. I’m sorry”.

He seemed to come to a decision “Lydia if I keep you in my service you won’t get over this so easy. I will take action to make sure you don’t endanger yourself. He sighed and patted his lap “Come Lydia lets make this easy. A quick paddle and We’ll call it even. She blushed to the roots of her hair. He was planning to spank her over his knee?

She opened her mouth to protest and was interrupted by the loud growling of her stomach. He raised both eyebrows “Have you eaten today?” She shook her head. He stood and headed for the door “I will order you a meal and a bath. Tend to your personal needs. I will return in a couple of hours to finish this”.

She protested “You can’t be serious!”. He gave her an amused look “Lydia since you behaved like a child I choose to treat you like one.” She lost her temper and began to call him names under her breath. He crossed his arms and waited until she was quiet “Would you rather I talk to Balgruuf? I won’t hold you to your oath if you if you really can’t tolerate this.”

She knew when she was defeated. At least only he would witness her humiliation. She dropped to one knee but did not try to hide her disgruntlement “My thane”. “Then we are agreed?” he asked. She nodded refusing to look at him.

He took a step towards her “Lydia look at me”. He deliberately held her eyes “Since you insist on being defiant, I’m afraid those will have to come off”. He used his hand to indicate her trousers.

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Lydia didn’t say a word. She simply watched her thane make his exit. That parting statement about her trousers was obviously meant to embarrass her. She let out a sigh of relief. He probably assumed she would spend the next couple of hours fretting over the promised spanking. It was actually a cleaver ploy. But, she was already plotting ways to get out of being spanked.

Two hours should be plenty of time for him to calm down enough to discuss this like adults. In her line of work, often she spent more time in danger than out of it. Therefore, it felt unreasonable to punish her for this. She was startled out of her musing by a knock on the door. The innkeeper and his wife had arrived with the promised food and bath. The wife began to arrange the food and lay out bathing items, chatting nervously the whole time.

The innkeeper briefly left the room to return with her armor. Lydia noticed the speculative glance he sent her. Obviously, he was curious about how she escaped Thalmor custody. He plied her things in a stack by the door. The two of them bid her goodnight and withdrew leaving her alone. Lydia briefly wondered how Andril had retrieved her armor. She had no way of knowing that shortly after he confiscated it from her, Ondolmar himself had sent her things to the inn.

Meanwhile, Lydia decided to bathe before her meal. She used the bathing cloths and hot scented water to cleanse every inch of her skin before washing her hair. It felt really good to be rid of the dirt from the road. She viewed the discarded prison garb and her armor with distaste. Unable to stomach wearing either of them, she dug around in the wardrobe and found a nice blue dress.

Feeling human again, she carefully worked the tangles out of her hair before uncovering her meal. Immediately she felt guilty. Compared to the stew she had chosen for him, Andril had ordered her a feast. Her plate featured steamed mud crab legs with golden butter, grilled leeks, baked potatoes, and garlic bread. There was even a slice of apple pie and a bottle of Black-Briar Reserve. A separate basket contained an assortment of red and green apples and a lone long taffy treat.

Lydia didn’t allow her guilt to keep her from enjoying her meal. In record time she had cleaned her plate and finished the mead. Her full stomach and comfortable clothes lulled her into relaxing. The next thing she knew was a sense of disorientation when a loud knocking jerked her awake. At first she didn’t know where she was but then the evenings events came crashing back. Andril!

She briefly wondered what he would do if she didn’t open the door for him. But that would just make him angry again. She wanted to retain as much of her dignity as possible. She swallowed before going to open the door. Her brief period of respite had run out.

Andril knew he had been dragging his feet before returning to Lydia. This was his first time being responsible for chastising a subordinate. But for her misconduct, she was lucky to be getting off with a spanking. She loved to take verbal shots at him. As long as it only affected him, he was inclined to ignore her. But this time she had endangered others. She had all but invited the Thalmor to Whiterun.

When Lydia opened the door for him, the first thing he noticed was how much younger she looked freshly scrubbed. Without her armor she seemed different almost shy. She was watching him warily and biting her lip. He found it hard to reconcile the girl before him, with his warrior housecarl. Andril almost changed his mind. He had to remind himself why he was doing this. He offered her his hand intending to lead her to the chair and get started. He felt it was in the best interest of both of them to get this over with.

I suppose in that dress she's not technically wearing trousers...
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Lydia thinks she found a loophole. But I'm pretty sure it's not going to work out how she thinks. By the way, I started a second fill on this pairing. So far it has not popped up on Delicious. I'm not good at posting links on here. But, if anyone is interested, it's called "Worlds Apart a Housecarls Tale". It can be found on Skyrim page 5 page 8 of 33. I'm not sure if that 33 will change but that's the most current number. I'm really glad you are enjoying this fill. The next update will be soon I promise.

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“Can we talk about this?” her voice was startling in the quiet of the enclosed space. Andril sighed deeply “We can always talk Lydia. But that will only delay the inevitable”. She looked him straight in the eyes “Can’t you find another way to punish me? I’ll do all the cooking”. Andril had to fight to keep the smile off of his face. Lydia hated to cook and it showed. Most of the food she prepared was barely edible.

He courtesy offered her his hand again, “Lydia, I’d rather end this now and be done with it. Do you have anything else you want to say?”. She crossed her arms over her chest defensively “And if I refuse to go through with this?”. “ You already agreed. I don’t think your nord sense of honor will let you refuse.” he reminded her softly.

His eyes scanned the room coming to rest on the bed. Andril felt the longer she stalled, the more she would worry about it. He wasn’t doing this out of spite. He strongly felt she needed reminding to think before revealing to strangers that she worshiped Talos. Especially if that stranger was an Altmer. He reached out and took her hand.

She reluctantly allowed him to lead her over to the bed. At the last minuet she dug in her heels “We’ll wake the whole inn. This should be private”. He cast a muffle spell. Then he turned and locked eyes with her. His eyes were as serious as she had ever seen them, “Lydia this can go one of two ways. Acquiesce and we’ll do a quick paddle and be done. Or you can keep stalling and make this harder on both of us.” his voice was gentle as he tried to reassure her that this was not exactly easy on him.

Still holding her hand he sat on the bed at an angle and helped her so she was placed across his lap. Her head and upper body were supported by the bed and her legs were hanging off of it. If she really wanted to her feet could find purchase on the floor. Andril felt it was important that she not feel helpless.

He had an idle thought that this was not how he had pictured his first time on the same bed with his gorgeous housecarl. He ruthlessly reined in such thoughts. It was inappropriate and unfair to her to be thinking like that he berated himself. To distract himself he lifted her skirt. She stiffened but didn’t object. His hands went to her small clothes and he lowered them to her knees. A visible shiver ran through her body as she tensed awaiting the first swats.

Her bottom was impressive. It was perfectly toned, probably from always running around in heavy armor. Her body was placed in such a way, that he had an excellent view of her feminine secrets. He noticed she was shaved. He knew from previous experience that nords grew hair down there. It was a novelty to see hers smooth and clean. He knew that as a man it was unreasonable to expect him not to notice these things. But he also had to honor the trust she had placed in him and return to the task at hand.

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Thane Andril found his housecarl extremely attractive. Even though, she made no secret of the fact she was less than impressed by him. He raised his hand for the first swat; even as he reminded himself she was trusting him to warm her backside not sit there ogling it.

The swat was much harder than he intended. He paused noticing the slightly pink mark left behind. “oww” came her muffled response. Her hands rushed back, attempting to cover herself. Sighing deeply he almost gave up then and there.

But that would cheat her out of the lesson behind this whole exercise. After a slight tussle, he used his left hand to pin both her wrists to the small of her back. Using his right hand he began to warm to the task. Peppering her lower bottom with swats, he watched engrossed as it wobbled slightly with each smack.

She was squirming around trying to avoid his hand. However, in the process, she kept flashing him occasionally, with an even better view of her charms. He wasn’t sure when she started sniffing quietly. “Stop!” she got out between sniffs.

Andril was pleasantly surprised. Apparently it hadn’t taken much to make her remorseful. He let her up. She quickly scooted away watching him, her face flushed, eyes bright with unshed tears. “Lydia what is going to happen next time? I trust you will make a wiser decision” he asked patiently.

She swallowed, her thane the snobbish mage, was rubbing her face in it! She felt so guilty for scaring him like that. But, she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing it. Now that it was over, she didn’t want to give him any ideas for next time he was upset with her. She couldn’t allow him to think spanking her worked.

She looked down her nose at him “Next time my thane, I’ll make sure I don’t get caught.” The look he gave her was priceless, for about ten seconds. Then a look of resolution fell over his face. She knew she was in trouble.

“We’ll have to continue until you learn something useful!” he reached for her. “Andril, My Thane wait” she began. He just continued pulling her over his knees again.

She tried to wiggle out of it. But he managed to get her back into position. He was a lot stronger than he looked. She tried to apologize “My thane! wait”. “ This isn’t a game” he said distractedly.

He was busy holding her wrist on the small of her back. He yanked her dress up baring her again. His leg clamped down over hers holding them in place. Lydia had a brief moment to regret her sass before he began to swat her.

She noticed he was smacking her harder than before. These really stung and there seemed to be more anger behind them. “I don’t like hitting you Lydia!” He sounded like his feelings were hurt. She felt even more guilty.

For a few minuets, the only sounds in the room were his swats and her sobs. She struggled and struggled but couldn’t escape a single swat. Talking had worked earlier, so she tried again “Stop, lets talk”.

The swats became harder. Lydia learned something in that period of relentless spanking. Andril was not stopping until he was good and ready. Soon her entire backside was burning unbearably. She was crying openly now.

She stopped caring that her thane was seeing her like this. Even worse, she felt humbled ready to admit to him she was wrong.

Then the strangest thing happened. The pain was mixing with a strange heat which ran right to her core. She found herself lifting her bottom into the swats, instead of trying to escape them. Why was she liking this?. The pleasure/ pain was getting her wet.

She hoped Andril didn’t notice. His swats switched from her bottom to her thighs. His fingers slid across the wetness accumulated there. Suddenly, everything stopped. She was being helped to her feet and he stood facing her.

She could feel his eyes on her. She stood there her face flustered and half covered by her hair. Her bottom was throbbing painfully; and she couldn’t control her tears. Why did she have to make such a profound and new discovery about herself right now? She wondered if she could ever look Andril in the eye again!

Cautiously, she risked a peep at her thane. He was frowning confusedly at his hand. He rubbed his fingers together experimentally. His eyes widened slightly before he turned to look at her thoughtfully.

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Lydia watched Andril watch her from beneath lowered eye lids. His glaze drifted over her slowly coming to rest on her chest. She could feel her traitorous nipples pebbling beneath the fabric. She hastily crossed her
arms. She was aware her posture was defensive. But she couldn’t do this. Not right now! And not with Andril!

The snotty altmer was just to attractive. He had never given any indication he was interested in her! And, she refused to open herself to rejection. She lowered her eyes. “Don’t look away” his quiet voice was husky, filled with some emotion she could not define. So she hesitated, and then met his gaze. Just for a moment something flickered in his.

Lydia was no blushing innocent. She realized that unless she stopped it, she would be on her back with him between her legs. As much as she desired him, she just couldn't go through with it. He leaned forward slowly. She quickly backed away almost tripping over her skirt in her haste. “My thane you made your point. I will watch my words in the future”. She was proud that her voice came out sounding so steady.

He, blinked before deliberately reaching for her hand raising it to his lips “Goodnight Lydia”. The door quietly closed behind him. Lydia felt relief, regret and envy all at the same time .

Only Andril could oust himself from an awkward situation with such grace. She could not allow him even a hint of what she was truly feeling. She had witnessed how women threw themselves at him. She refused to just be one of the crowd. He would move on. For her it would not be so easy.

Breezehouse one week later

Andril woke to the smell of warm sweet rolls and something savory. Lydia had been to the Bannered Mare and picked up breakfast. He sighed deeply to himself. A remarkable change had come over his housecarl, since their return from Marketh. She had been acting reserved around him, taking his orders without question.

But, he noticed the way she would look at him, when she thought he wasn’t watching. There was a new sexual tension between them which she refused to acknowledge. He lay back running his hands through his hair. Lydia was so serious these days. He never thought he would miss her sass but he did. He wanted the old Lydia back. He was unaware he would get his wish. But that is another story.

Authors note:
Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this fill. I tried to find a way to include smut. However, I couldn’t fix the timeline to make it fit in with the other fill I’m writing about Andril and Lydia. That prompt is written to include their first time together. I am planning a part two for this story which includes smut and consensual spanking. It will have to take place a few months after this story ends thou. Again thank you. Your comments and encouragement kept me writing.

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Thank you I am so happy you enjoyed this. I started a different fill about Andril and Lydia but got distracted writing this. I don't know how to post links on here. But it can be found on the Kink Meme Skyrim page 5 on page 8 of 33. It's the second fill under a prompt "Sassy Lydia and Snarky High Elf M!DB. It's titled "Worlds Apart a housecarls story". I am working on the next part and will be updating that soon. If you don't like the kinks for that particular fill no worries. Once I finish that I plan to write part two of this one and post it here on this page as promished. Enjoy!

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