Stuck In Hell With You

Summary: A ficlet. When Klaus has Katherine kidnapped and trapped in the apartment, she dares to test his patience and get smart with him. Klaus handles her.

General Disclaimer: I don't own any of The Vampire Diaries characters, I also don't own The Vampire Diaries. I don't make any money from these stories.

Note: Takes place during season two. I wrote this personally, so characters may seem out of character at times.

Warning: Contains M/F spanking, fighting, violence, profanity, and (I don't think this contains abuse, but you may find it does)

Pairing: Klaus/Katherine

"Stuck In Hell With You"

Why was this my life, The vampire doppleganger thought to herself. A beautiful creature really. With her long, brown hair and her smooth, olive skin tone. But, lately, she wasn't looking too good. Since Katherine was kidnapped and now stuck in this dump with the one person who was out to kill her; it was stressful for her in a way.

After her last attempt of trying to escape, she didn't even make it to the door. Plus, Klaus had taken her daylight ring; so that didn't go over too well either. Tonight, this was going to be her third attempt of escape. She didn't care what Klaus said would happen if she tried to flee again. Katherine's a survivor, and she would do anything but sit around and wait for death. Sure, Klaus can be intimidating. He is an Original. But, she would escape one way or another. She will always fight for her freedom.

If this doesn't go well, if he catches me… Katherine thought as she stared at the door. She looked around just to be sure no one was still in the room. Completely alone, the brown haired girl used her vampire speed to rush to the door. But, of course she was stopped. Stupid ass compulsion, she thought. All Katherine wanted was to break free, and forget about this hell hole.

Klaus entered from the next room and leaned against the doorframe as he watched Katherine curse the door out. It was as if something was blocking her exit. She just couldn't get past the door no matter how hard she tried.

"You know, sweetheart; you're not getting past that door until I free you."

Katherine had about all the shit she could take from this British elitist. So, she said something she seriously would regret saying later on.

"Fuck off Klaus…" She said in a near whisper.

"Excuse me, love? What did you just say?"

Katherine turned around and gathered all the courage she could muster.

"It isn't fair that you're keeping me here. I'm not your plaything, and I'm not your prisoner. So, fuck off." Katherine replied crossing her arms and shifting most of her weight onto one leg as she stared Klaus down.

He stared back at her while walking forwards until he was a few inches from her. Klaus laughed that annoyingly, evil laugh of his right before showing off his strength. This intimidated Katherine causing her to look down at her feet.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "you pathetic whore." Then, Klaus took her by her chin making her look into his eyes. "You dare talk to me like that. I will not tolerate it."

"You call me pathetic? Take a look in the mirror, you arrogant ass."

"That's enough!" He shouted at her before slapping the brown haired girl, sending her towards the ground. She landed with a loud thud and immediately took her hand to rub the sting out of her right cheek. Katherine had tears welling up in her eyes, but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting them fall. She didn't dare look at him though. She thought if she did, Klaus might do something else to bring her tears falling.

"Now, don't look so surprised, Katerina. After all, you did provoke my anger. It isn't my fault you were punished for it. Do you have anything else to say, love?"

This made her furious. Katerina, the innocent girl, she was long past. Katerina was supposed to be a mother. Katerina had a family, parents. A new person was born, and her name was Katherine.

Staring at the floor with pure rage throbbing inside her veins, she responded, "My. Name. Is. Katherine!" She then used her vampire strength to stand and rush over to him. But he was faster. After all he was an original. What was Katherine supposed to expect anyways? Him not to fight back? Ha! That would be a cold day in hell.

He grabbed her by the neck and picked her up, watching her squirm gave the sadistic bastard absolute pleasure.

"I'm getting so tired of playing these games with you, love. Maybe you should just give up."

"Never!" she said with few breaths while choking.

"Very well. I knew I'd have to resort to this sooner of later. But, I didn't quite picture it being so soon."

With that said, he ran over to the couch and sat down. He let Katherine fall face down over his lap, and then pinned an arm around her waist so that she could barely move.

"Klaus! What. What do you think you're doing!?" She exclaimed.

"Now, Katerina. I know you are very familiar with this position."

"No! You… You can't! You have no right!"

"I think in a few short moments you'll see I have every right, love."

With that, he raised his arm high above his head, and brought it down on Katherine's petite ass. He swatted at her, making her turn from side to side. He did not hold back at all. Her tank top began to rise as she squirmed around on his lap so much.

"Hold still," Klaus demanded as he removed his arm from around her waist. Then, he tilted her and stood her up so that he could have acess to take her jeans down. Katherine tried to stop him and put her hands over her button and zipper. Almost in tears, she said, "please don't"

"Come now, Katerina. When have I ever been one to show mercy?"

While Katherine was still trying to process this, Klaus took her shock as an opportunity and smacked her hands away. Using his vampire speed, he quickly undid the button and zipper before taking her pants down to her ankles, then pulling her back over his lap.

"Ahhh!" She cried out as Klaus tugged her face down across his thighs for the second time.

"Ok! This is enough, Klaus! Let me go!"

He struck her again with the palm of his hard hand. He was being sadistic about this and enjoyed the pain he caused the curly haired brunet. Swatting her harshly, the heat on her back side became almost unbearable as tears formed in her eyes. Katherine did everything she could to keep them at bay though. She couldn't let him see her cry. She was already in enough of a vulnerable position as is.

"Sweetheart, it would be best if you would already learn that you have no authority here," Klaus said as he punctuated each word with a hard smack to let the message sink in.

She couldn't keep the anger or pain concealed any longer. He wasn't holding back at all! And with his Original, Hybrid strength, how fast, long, and hard he could keep this up was to miserable to think about.

Katherine eventually started struggling, hoping that this would at least get her somewhere; it didn't. A girl could dream though. A far fetched dream it was, but still.

Bringing Katherine back to reality, Klaus began to unleash a new rhythm of spanks across her sit spots. The tempo became a lot faster and harder than before, which the girl thought was nearly impossible. Also, Klaus went from spanking the same area repeatedly before switching to a new area to whack, to spanking her sit spots back and forth.

Klaus took his time in doing this. If he was going to punish her, he might as well get some sort of joy out of it. Which meant, he would keep this up until he would become bored.

She struggled on his strong thighs for quite a while. Twisting and turning, kicking and flailing, shouting profanities that would sound so unlady like to anyone within hearing distance. Katherine refused to stop fighting to be free of this nightmare. She couldn't take being kidnapped, now he chose to spank her? How much more of a hell could this get?! Katherine thought.

Klaus only stopped the spanking to put his leg over hers in order to pin Katherine down. He loved that she wasn't able to move now. He also was amused by the fact that she was still trying to squirm her way out of the position. Baby vampires are so peculiar… Klaus thought to himself with a smile on his face.

The struggle was getting Katherine nowhere but a one way ticket to feeling fatigue. "Ok! Klaus! I promise, I'll be good!" She cried out with tears falling down her face. It was a shock to her how she kept them back for so long.

He paused with his hand high in the air, ready to deliver another smack. The British bastard brought his hand down to rest on her lower back. Klaus bent towards her ear to whisper, "Good girl, we'll be done shortly though…"

And with that said, he raised his hand again and brought it down sharply, making Katherine let go of an almighty screech. It was a screech that would put a banshee to shame.

Klaus suddenly brought the spanking close to an end. He lectured Katherine by shouting at her in his authoritative, British, and demanding tone.

*SMACK* "You're going to listen to me from now on!"

*SMACK* "If I say do something you do it!"

*SMACK* "If I say don't do something, you don't do it!"

*SMACK* "You're going to get rid of that bad attitude and you're going to stop shouting obscenities every five seconds!"

*SMACK* "Am I making myself perfectly clear, Katerina?!" *SMACK*

"Yes!" She responded quickly and loudly.

*SMACK* "Yes, what?" *SMACK*

"AH! Yes, sir… I'm sorry!"

"Good." Klaus brought down a hard smack, the hardest out of all the spanks he'd just delivered, and made Katherine shriek. Pushing her off his lap, Katherine fell on her freshly spanked butt, and got up off the floor to readjust her clothes. She felt super uncomfortable while Klaus watched her do this, but what was she supposed to do?

She wiped the tears from her face and watched as Klaus stood up. He placed his hands lightly, but with a certain firmness, on her arms, and looked her in the eyes.

"Be a good girl, go take your jeans off, and go to bed," he compelled her.

Katherine blindly followed his orders and didn't even have the opportunity to fight with him.

After a few minutes, Klaus went to go check on Katherine and saw she was sound asleep. He leaned against the doorframe and contemplated on whether or not he could learn to love her again. Then, he thought about it some more, shook his head, and walked towards the whiskey cabinet.