She argues

Suddenly, she begins to rant again, about you, how you could possibly have thought it would be okay to expose yourself to her, her argument with Arya seemingly forgotten. Frustrated from being woken early, from being bombarded with accusations and from Sansa's petulant tone of voice, you snap.

You grab her by the throat, enough to stop her in her tracks and pull her face within inches of yours, before dragging her, face-to-face, over to the bed.

Throwing her, face first, against the end of the bed, she begins to protest once again and you place your left hand on her back, pinning her against the duvet and muffling her voice as she begins to argue once again.

With a swift motion, you hoik up her Winter dress, exposing her undergarments and beautiful, taut clothed derriere and with a single, decisive movement, land a forceful, terse spank across her cheeks that results in a lingering, shocked silence from the eldest Stark daughter.