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Warning: This story contains non-consensual spanking of a minor by a parent for a punishment without sexual undertones. If this offends you or you do not like it, please do not read. Please do not make hateful remarks regarding the use of spanking as a punishment.

Summary: Klaus has a sixteen year old daughter. She is turned because she is dying. She hadn't told anyone she was dying. She has his personality: stubborn, hot-tempered, and his attitude (except maybe a little worse from her age). She makes false accusations regarding his sentiment towards her. He deals with it accordingly.

*Klaus*Klaus*Klaus*

The sixteen year old girl had her father's blue eyes and streaks of the same color blonde through her hair mixed with her mother's light brown hair color and had the same curls as her father. She was only just starting to exhibit signs of being born part vampire. She craved blood slightly and had a little bit of heightened strength and speed. She loved to dress in dark blue jeans and loose fitting t-shirts, regardless of how hard her Aunt Rebekah tried to get her to wear dresses. Her father was perfectly fine with this since it was modest and covered what needed to be covered since she was so young. She also liked to wear shorts a lot, though her father only permitted them inside the house and in the yard, but mostly just while she was in bed.

Her father was Klaus, the most feared vampire on the planet, whom only showed mercy and love and any other emotion that could indicate caring towards his family, especially his daughter and his little sister. He had five brothers; two older, one younger, and two that had been dead for over a thousand years now. He had short and curly dark honey blond hair with a small amount of stubble around his mouth. He had blue eyes that were almost the color of sapphire; they echoed the same exact color in the eyes of his daughter.

He loved her and would do anything for her. He had killed people for her, and wouldn't hesitate to do so again. He would protect her with everything he had. He also was extremely strict because of the enemies he and his family had made throughout the centuries. He didn't want to take the chance of them being able to hurt her.

She understood her father had his reasons, and that he was protecting her as best as he could. However, she was still young and slightly heightened emotions from the vampire part starting to come through made her more likely to try and rebel against him. She loved him and looked up to him. He was her Daddy and that would never change. She also had the witch part from her grandmother. Her Uncle Elijah helped her train her magick, and so did the witches who helped her father and uncle.

The year was 2008; she had been born in 1991. Her birthday was late in the year, a month and a half after her father's birthday. He was born in late October. She was born in mid-December. She was given the name Izabelle Nicole Mikaelson. Nicole came from her mother, who thought it would be pretty. Izabelle came from a variation on her father's ex-wife who had been killed centuries ago, Izabel.

This particular day, her father had been keeping a close eye on her. She had been sick lately, though not telling anyone. That doesn't mean they didn't know because they were vampires. They had enhanced senses, like smell, sight, and hearing. They could hear and smell her get sick in the bathroom. They had caught her a couple of times from falling because she was so dizzy she fell. She became out of breath easily and couldn't eat much without getting sick. Her father was ready to drag her to the doctor she stubbornly refused to see. One more time of her being sick and he wouldn't allow this to go on any more.

One thing she didn't tell them was she could talk to her grandmother, Esther, while the Original witch was on the other side. She knew she was dying, and was hoping to be able to get into her grandmother's Grimoire to find the spell to turn her into an Original vampire. She had tried to convince her uncle to allow her to read by herself one night, however, he denied the request because he knew she would practice spells she shouldn't on her own. Her grandmother gave her the idea of letting her spirit go into her body to perform the spell. She agreed, but needed to do a couple last things before she was turned though.

She decided to eat some mint chocolate chip ice cream with chocolate syrup before she went and told her family about what was about to happen. After finishing that, she took a deep breath and found her father. He was alone on the couch drinking. She would be happy if he was the only one she had to tell; hopefully he would tell the rest or keep it a secret, though she doubted the latter.

He knew she was coming and so he repositioned himself so she could cuddle into his side. He somehow instinctively knew she would, and that this was going to be a serious talk. Hopefully she would finally agree to going to the doctor. She sat down beside him and leaned into his side, and he put his arm around her protectively and comfortingly. She had a million butterflies in her stomach.

"What do you want to talk about, love?" Klaus asked.

She bit her lip and took a deep breath before answering bravely, "I'm dying."

He froze in his place, put the drink down on the table beside him, and shifted so he could hold her closer and look her in the eyes. He felt the fear of losing his daughter tighten his chest, and he tightened his grip.

"What do mean? What makes you think you are dying?" he worried.

She took another deep breath, it being harder to answer while she was looking at him. "I can feel it. Plus, Grandma told me."

He became confused by her words. "Nicole, your grandmother has been dead for over a thousand years."

She smirked a little. "I know." She took a deep breath. "I can see her and talk to her; I always have been able to. I can do the same with other spirits too."

As he realized he hid this from them, he did understand why, somewhat. He couldn't comprehend why she hid this from Elijah though. He was the one showing her the magickal spells. "What did she say exactly?"

She slightly looked down and blushed as she answered, "That I am dying from cancer and that I don't have much longer to live."

He leaned closer to her, smelling her. His vampire and werewolf sense of smell picked up the strong scent of cancer and death. He barely kept himself from growling in anger, though his eyes started to shift.

"Well, you smell like that. Do you know what kind of cancer?" he asked curiously.

She blushed deeply and answered so quietly he barely heard her. "Girl stuff."

He certainly understood then why she was not only so hesitant to go to the doctor but also in telling them. He held her in his arms closely. "Why are you just telling us this now? If you had told me when you were first getting sick, our blood might have healed you."

She saw her eyes water up and felt the few warm tears that escaped roll down her face and over her cheeks. "Because it's too embarrassing." She hid her face in his chest.

He sighed, and tightened his grip for a minute in a hug and kissed the top of her forehead. "And now you have to tell me because you don't have a choice anymore since you're dying." She nodded her head. "I suppose this means you want me to turn you."

She bit her lip and took a deep breath. She knew the initial reaction wouldn't be… pretty. "No." He stiffened and a slight growl escaped. She shivered at the sound, not having witnessed this side of him. "Wait, let me explain first."

The growl subsided and a few deep breaths later, a tight and angry voice said. "Explain then," as he pulled her chin up so he could look her in the eyes.

She took a deep breath, her stomach in butterflies and knots and her mind still reeling from the furious first reaction. "Grandma wants me to do the spell to make me like you guys."

Surprise flitted across his face, and then comprehension. "That's why you've been harassing Elijah about the Grimoire."

She nodded. "Yeah; earlier today though, Grandma said she would just go inside my body and do the spell for me."

He didn't look as happy about that as she would have hoped. "You would really let your grandmother's spirit possess you to perform a spell involving black magick?"

She bit her lip; she hadn't thought of it like that. He could read that in her eyes.

He sighed, realizing it would actually be the easiest way. He also realized this would make her just as indestructible as he is. "Alright, I'll allow it. However, I'll be there with you. Understand?"

She knew the harder tone of voice was her father going into strict parental mode and wouldn't be able to find a way around it without getting in trouble. Plus, she kind of liked the idea of not being on her own when this happened. She nodded her head in agreement.

He smiled. "Good; plus, I'm giving you some of my blood just in case, that way you will come back as a vampire regardless."

She sighed but nodded, knowing it would be reassurance. He bit into his wrist and then put it to her mouth. She drank some of it, knowing it would only be seconds before it was in her system. After that, they stood up and he sped to get a blood bag for her to complete the transition afterwards. They went to her room, where she would turn. She put a knife out to the side and felt her grandmother go inside her. After a long chant in Latin, she slit her wrist and drank some of her own blood until her grandmother told her it was enough to turn. There was some more chanting, and before her grandmother got to the spell to kill her, she died on her own from the cancer. It had been perfect timing and her father realized this.

After fifteen minutes only, her eyes opened to find herself on the bed and her father holding her to him. She looked up to his face and saw a few tear streaks. He smiled when he saw her eyes open. He kissed her forehead before telling her to sit up. He opened the blood bag and then showed her how to feed from it. She felt the rush of power flow through her and it was like every part of her came alive. She stood up and jumped up and down in happiness. Her father was standing there smiling and slightly laughing in happiness before he stopped her jumping.

He showed her how to control her speed, strength, hearing, and many of the other vampire perks, except compulsion. That would come later, along with feeding on a human being instead of from blood bags. She had drunk three more of them during the next couple of hours. That is completely expected though since she was a newborn. He had also revealed he had a daylight ring made for her when she was born; it was just like his and the rest of her family's rings.

There were still two things that were bothering him though. One was that she hid the fact she was dying from them and refused to go to a doctor and the other was she hid the fact she could see spirits. The second wasn't such a big deal; the first nearly got her killed. He couldn't let that happen again.

It would still be an hour or two before his siblings came home, so he could do this while it was just him and his princess in the house. He had always given her strict consequences because of the circumstances of her survival could depend on her behavior. She understood that now at sixteen years old and knew and accepted the punishments he gave her without too much argument. There were the occasional times that she would fight him though.

After having a snack (of actual food), he decided to bring the subject up.

"So, why did you hide the fact you could see spirits from us?" he started.

She looked at him surprised, having forgotten she told him. "I didn't know how you would react, and I didn't know if you would get mad or not."

He was slightly confused and pulled her to sit on his lap. "Have we ever given reason for you to think we would get mad at you for something supernatural that you can't control?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "No." She sighed. "I'm sorry, Daddy." She hugged him tightly around his neck.

He slightly smiled. "It's okay, sweetheart. However," he pulled her face to look him in the eyes so she would understand this is important. "If you have something supernatural happen to you like that again and you don't tell at least one of us, you'll have an uncomfortable couple of days."

She blushed. "Yes, sir."

He smiled. "Good; now, why did you not tell someone you were sick and dying?"

Her tummy filled with apprehension and butterflies, realizing she was in trouble for this. She took a deep breath. "It was embarrassing; plus I was hoping it would heal itself."

He raised his eyebrow. "You know that isn't going to be good enough of an answer to get you out of trouble?" She nodded. "Did you know that you didn't get to the part of the spell that killed you, but died on your own from being sick?"

She looked at him shocked and shook her head no.

"Well, you did. I almost lost you because of your stubbornness not to go to the doctor and you couldn't get over the part of being embarrassed to be able to save your life. If it hadn't been for you talking to me earlier, you would have died on your own, possibly without being turned."

Her insides sunk and turned cold as she realized the implications behind what he said. She nearly died permanently and they wouldn't have her anymore, and she wouldn't be alive anymore. She knew he wouldn't let this go, and in this case, she actually agreed with him. She couldn't believe she had been so absorbed in the fact she was sick that she actually died from it seconds after finishing the spell to turn into a vampire. A few tears slipped down her face.

He pulled her closer and just held her for a minute. He sighed. "You know I'm going to punish you for not telling because you lied about your health. You had told all of us you were fine. This lead to you dying, barely enough time to turn you into a vampire. Do you understand why I'm going to do this?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir; I understand."

"Alright," he patted the tippy-top of her bottom really lightly. "Up you go." She stood up. "Up to your room; you know what to do. I'll be up in a minute." She nodded and rushed up to her room. He sat there for a minute before clearing away the remnants of their snack.

Once she was in her room, she went to change quickly into a pair of thinner shorts than usually allowed except for sleeping. They barely went to her upper thighs while standing. She knew the reason he had her change into these is because they provided little protection, though it wouldn't matter because by the end they would come off; they always did. She then took off her shoes; he always had her do that, just in case so he wouldn't be accidentally hit by a shoe if it slipped off. She made her way to the corner putting her hands behind her back, waiting impatiently for her father to come. She knew she deserved the spanking he would give her, but it didn't make her any less nervous. Her father was strong. Now that she was a vampire, and it was her life endangered, she didn't know how much more intense it might be.

As he cleaned up and went up the stairs to get a certain helper, he thought back to his childhood. Spanking had been popular in the time they were children. While their father was abusive, especially towards him, their mother treated them all the same, more so when they got into trouble. While she did have a hard hand, even when they reached into their twenties, her favorite implement to use was the hairbrush on their bare bottoms. It had been quite common throughout their village. Because of the circumstances of fighting for their survival in harsh times, even the adults were punished by their parents if they were married or unmarried, and the spouses even punished one another. He knew Kol was likely the one to receive the most, as he was just as out of control today as he was then. He also knew Rebekah was likely the one to receive the most hairbrush spankings from their mother out of all of them because she was the girl, and it was up to the mother to teach the girl everything she should know like cooking and cleaning and childcare. Rebekah had helped with Henrik so she could know what to do later, once she could have children. Rebekah had been just as free-spirited then and didn't want to do those things. She got in trouble with both Mikael and their mother when they found out she used a knife to cut their names into a cave. He himself had been no exception; he was spanked until they went on the run from Mikael after being cursed and disowned. Although, Elijah had spanked him plenty over the centuries, as he had the rest of their siblings.

He now used the same method of punishment on his daughter that had been used for over a millennium on them with no negative side effects that were lasting. It worked and it was something that taught the lesson and was remembered. Spanking wasn't the only punishments she was given, however it most certainly was an option, and she knew it. She knew she was in big trouble if she took a trip over his knee, especially the rare occasions he used the hairbrush or belt. He carried the hairbrush in one hand as he walked to his daughter's room and opened the door.

She was in the corner just as she should be, with her arms behind her. She had on the shorts he had her change into for spankings. This way, he knew she would get the desired effect. Less protection on her bottom earlier and her bottom gets a good warm up so it is less likely to be injured. They also allowed him to access her sit spots and upper thighs easier to warm them up as well, though without anything in the way. He did have to be careful with his strength on her because of her pre-vampire status, however, he intended on using the fact she was now a vampire to his advantage. She would be able to handle more on her bottom now, and with how fast vampires heal, he would have to make a good enough of an impression for it to last. He walked over to her bed and sat at the end, putting the hairbrush to the side.

She was in the corner waiting when she heard the door open and her father sit down on her bed. Her heart race picked up and her breath fastened. She then heard the words that would quickly lead to a red, hot, sore bottom.

"Come here, Nicole."

She moved her arms to in front of her and walked over to where her father was. She stood on his right side since he was right handed. He guided her over his knee, positioning her perfectly for his hand.

"Tell me why you are over my knee," he commanded.

She took a deep breath. "Because I lied about my health and I died from it, with almost not enough time to turn me into a vampire."

She knew she was in big trouble because he considered lying about her health to be the absolute worst before she was a vampire, and now that lead to joining the land of the newly dead. She knew he wanted her to be an adult at least before she was turned, but there wasn't a choice anymore. It had been her life at risk.

"Exactly; you could have been permanently dead. I nearly lost you. I'm going to make sure this never happens again. You will remember this for a long time."

With that, he landed the first hard swat to her bottom, right in the center. She was surprised by how hard it was. She even commented 'ow' in a soft-medium voice. She realized then he wasn't going to use the same amount of strength as he always had and moved her hands around so she wouldn't reach back, which would automatically earn her bottom four extra swats with the belt at the end. The next swats that fell were just as hard and placed all over her bottom and started falling on her bare sit spots and thighs. She then remembered the panties she was wearing today. They weren't something her father would approve of; her Aunt Rebekah had bought them for her. She wore them only occasionally, when knowing she wouldn't be in trouble. He would just give extra punishment for them because they aren't modest. In fact, they exposed most of her bottom. They were from Victoria's Secret and were called 'cheeky'. She silently let her head fall on the bed in dreaded acceptance and anticipation.

Klaus knew something was off when that happened, and realized she must have thought of something to earn extra punishment. He could wait and see though. He continued to pepper her bottom with hard swats in a warm up spanking.

Nicole felt the pain and heat building on her bottom. She didn't think it was too unmanageable yet, but that would quickly change. It always changed quickly towards now because she knew it was only a warm up. She wouldn't want to sit down by the end, and she thought it would only be slightly uncomfortable to sit down right now. The continued spanking on her bottom heated it up, and a stinging sensation started increasing. She had started to say 'ow' on many of the swats since the strength behind them was increasing. He was spanking her on the main part of her bottom, her sit spots, and her upper thighs.

He stopped for a minute and pulled down her shorts, which revealed a pair of purple panties that revealed most of her bottom and realized this is what she had remembered earlier. He sighed, and quickly contemplated what his options were as he pulled her shorts to her knees. He could add to her spanking, turn it into two spankings, or ground her, which would result in another spanking at the end of the grounding. He could think about that after he finished the spanking now.

He quickly resumed spanking her bottom, except much harder now since the warm up was over and this was the main spanking with his hand. She clenched her jaw, trying hard not to cry out loudly, though she knew she would shortly, so just let out the small scream of surprise. He was spanking her hard, very much intending to let this be a lesson to his young daughter, and she knew it. She knew she would think twice about lying to him about her health, or even lying to him for a long, long time; maybe even every other category too. The heat and pain quickly jumped to high with his hand quickly moving to spank her bottom. She knew she deserved the punishment, but right now, she would do nearly anything to get this to stop.

"Owie, Daddy, I'm sorry! Please, stop!" she cried out.

He raised his eyebrow, expecting this since it happened almost every time. It was an automatic response to being spanked. "Not happening, sweetheart. You earned this punishment, and I'm not stopping until it's done."

Though he wanted nothing more than to stop, he knew he couldn't. This was something extremely important for her to learn. Stopping now would only allow her to believe she could do it again in the future, which is unacceptable in Klaus's mind.

His hand relentlessly continued to fall hard on her bottom, punishing her bottom, sit spots, and upper thighs. She had started to scream slightly, each time saying ow, and had started to cry. Regardless of the tears, he didn't even slow down. To him, this was extremely serious, and needed to be corrected as such. By now, her bottom was starting to become a bright pink. She thought it was burning and it was painful. After a small amount more, Klaus stopped. He pulled down her panties to join her knees, revealing her bare bottom.

"Give me your hands," he told her.

A few tears slipped out at this. She knew the only time he told her this was when he was giving her the hairbrush or belt. "Daddy, please don't."

While this pulled at his heartstrings, he added a few good swats to her sit spots. "You heard me, Nicole." He added a few light swats to her bottom. "Give me your hands."

She slowly gave them to her father, while pleading for him not to do this. That only earned her a few more hard swats to her sit spots. Once her wrists were firmly locked into his grasp, and her legs pinned down by one of his to prevent kicking, he picked up the hairbrush.

When the first swat fell onto her bottom, her screamed 'ow' was a bit high pitched; her begging slightly increased, asking her Daddy not to do this. The wooden backed hairbrush fell onto her bottom over and over, scorching her bottom, upper thighs, and more concentrated on her sit spots, so she would remember this when she sat down the next couple of days. She was crying, feeling the absolute fire on her bottom, accompanied by the intense stinging pain, from the hairbrush spanking her. She knew she deserved this, and more than certain she earned it, but she wanted it to end. She was still a sixteen year old girl over her Daddy's knee getting her bottom spanked properly for something that was dangerous and most certainly against the rules. She may have earned it, but now she was more in the mind frame of a child ten years younger being spanked by her father. It hurt and she wanted it to stop.

"Daddy, ow, please stop, ow, it hurts!" she pleaded in between swats and tears.

He chuckled at that. "It's supposed to hurt; that's the whole point."

After another minute of the hairbrush descending upon her punished bottom, she gave into the punishment, accepting it. Once she was un-tensed and accepted the punishment, he added ten good swats to her sit spots with the hairbrush for final measure before putting it down. He moved her onto his lap, holding her like he did when she was a small child, though to him, she still was. He was over a thousand years older than her. She was his baby girl.

After a while, she calmed down and was just slightly crying and sniffling into his shoulder, clinging to him tightly. Once she was to here, he moved one of his arms to lift gently her chin to meet with her eyes.

"You understand why you were spanked, correct?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir." Her voice sounded meek and childlike, only reinforcing his opinion of her being a small child and him doing the right thing.

"Why?"

"I was spanked because I lied to you about my health and what it led to."

He kissed her on her forehead. "Exactly. Now, because of the panties you were wearing, you get twenty extra minutes in the corner, so that's thirty minutes. Understand?"

She nodded sadly. He then sent her to the corner. While she was there, he sat there watching, timing it as well. He needed to make sure she didn't rub her bottom, which was against the rules and would earn her extra spanks. After the thirty minutes passed without incident, he let her out of the corner after she pulled her panties and shorts back on. He told her to go change into something more appropriate now. He put the hairbrush away while she was changing.

She went into her closet, with a still very freshly stinging bottom that felt like it was on fire, more so when something was touching it. She put on panties that were modest and then changed into soft pants. She walked back out and slipped her shoes back on.

"Everyone's back now; we need to go tell them what's happened. After that, you can come back up to take a nap; okay?"

She nodded enthusiastically at the nap part. He chuckled and kissed her forehead before leading her downstairs. Everyone was in the living room. When they walked in, they looked at the two of them strangely. They all knew she had just been spanked; the signs were obvious, and they had heard part of what happened. They knew something else was off though.

"Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Finn, Sage; there's something that needs to be announced. It seems Nicole had been dying of cancer; that's why she's been sick. Today, shortly after she told me she was dying of cancer and didn't have much longer to live, she told me she could see spirits." Everyone was shocked at that. "This includes our mother. Elijah, this is why she was harassing you about mother's spell book. She had been told to find the spell to turn someone into a vampire. Earlier, mother decided to go into her body to turn her. Nicole decided to tell me everything first. Nicole is now a vampire, and if the spell worked correctly, which I believe it did, she is now an Original like us," Klaus explained to their family.

Everyone was surprised to say the least. Nicole was blushing, hoping she could just go back up to take a nap soon. Unexpectedly, Kol rushed towards Nicole at vampire speed and swept her up into his arms for a hug, spinning her around. She started giggling.

"Welcome to vampirism, darling," said Kol.

"Thanks," Nicole whispered back.

Everyone started chuckling at his antics and shortly after she was told she could go take a nap. For some reason, Nicole always behaved better if she took a nap or went to bed after being spanked, likely from being tired. Klaus continued to explain in more detail what had happened earlier that day. They all then prepared for having a newborn vampire who was just a teenager in the house.