Unbroken

By: PikachuDoppelganger

Notes: This takes place after 1x20 and ignores much of the plot. Just assume Isobel is still pretending to be dead, Katherine's off being naughty with Elijah, and Klaus is drawing pictures and sulking.

Summary: Post 1x20, Damon decides it's time to take charge of his little brother. Includes spanking and nonsexual D/s themes. Contains Stelena


It was early in the morning when Damon woke Stefan up by grabbing him and pulling him across his lap. Dazed by the action, Stefan let his brother pull down his boxers. When Damon set a hand on Stefan's bared buttocks, Stefan attempted to jerk away.

Damon didn't let him. He kept Stefan across his knees with minimal effort. Stefan let out a huff of frustration, silently cursing the fact that the human blood was out of his system, making him significantly weaker than his brother. "Damon," he said as calmly as he could manage, "what are you doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago," Damon said.

"Damon," Stefan said between deep breaths, "this is a terrible idea, even for you. Let me up."

Damon struck him. Pain blossomed and then faded away. "You never complained when Lexi did this to you." The mention of his best friend's name was more painful than the next smack.

That was true. By the time Lexi started spanking him, Stefan was far enough into ripper detox to submit to her without question. Damon smacked him again. Stefan swallowed and was struck twice more. It hurt. "That was different," Stefan managed to say after enduring several more firm swats.

"You're right," Damon said. Something in the quality of his voice made Stefan ache. It was the voice he knew as a child, the voice of the brother who loved him. "She never had a right to do this." He hit Stefan once more.

"What makes you think you do?" Stefan snarled and struggled.

Damon doled out about a dozen swats. Although the pain was brief, it was intense and Stefan found himself hissing after only a couple of smacks fell on his bared skin. "I'm your family, not her."

There was a lot Stefan could say to that. Should say to that. But he never bought up Lexi for a reason: it hurt too much. He took a deep breath and forced his muscles to relax. He would endure this and decide what to do next when he was alone.

"Good," Damon said. The smugness in his voice almost made Stefan change his mind. "You are no longer allowed to go on benders."

"That's hypocritical," Stefan said, feeling hyper aware of Damon's strong palm on his vulnerable skin. "You've spent decades trying to get me to feed on human blood."

"You'll be drinking human blood again," Damon assured him before smacking him several times. Stefan curled his toes at the pain. "I'm just going to decide how and when you do."

"That's still not fair," Stefan said. He gasped a little when Damon landed a particularly smart swat on the top of his thigh. "You can't just make up rules like that."

Damon smacked him a few more times. "I think I can." Two more smacks, swift and crisp landed on Stefan. "Seeing as how I just did." Stefan gritted his teeth and Damon spanked him. Then he stopped and said gently, "We're turning a fresh page, brother. You should consider that a warning more than a punishment."

It was about as close to Damon would get to a compromise so Stefan said, "Fine."

"This is going to be punishment," Damon said in a way that made Stefan swallow nervously. "Don't ever lie to me again."

And punishment it was. Damon struck hard and fast, using his strong hand to send a very clear message. Stefan tried to submit to his ruling quietly but it was impossible. Damon made sure that Stefan could feel his anger and strength. Stefan's hisses turned to grunts turned to gasps. He clenched his the sheets in his fists and curled his toes and squirmed. Damon's hand kept falling.

Stefan pressed his forehead against his bed and blinked away the tears building up behind his eyes. He was helpless to do anything but accept Damon's lesson. His older brother was spanking him and it hurt. He wanted off of Damon's lap but getting away by himself was impossible. Damon was the one in charge, not Stefan.

Damon finally, finally, stopped. The hope Stefan had that he'd be let up was dashed. "This last part is going to be for your smart mouth." Stefan turned around as best as he could to give his brother an incredulous look. "It's been awhile since we've done this but I've always expected you to be respectful while being punished."

"I forgot," Stefan mumbled. And he had. It'd been awhile since Damon had disciplined him, after all.

"Consider this a reminder," Damon said and started spanking his brother again.

It was different from before. Damon hit him forcefully, but slowly. Stefan had plenty of time to recover in between the blows. This was about position, not pain. There were now going to be times when Damon expected genuine submission from his brother. Stefan had two choices: accept or be punished and accept. Palm on skin delivered this message with a slow tempo. Damon wanted Stefan to stew on this new truth.

It still hurt. Damon's spankings always had, always would. But Stefan could endure it silently.

When Damon was done, he pulled up Stefan's boxers and arranged Stefan back into his bed. "Sleep," he said, "we'll discuss this more later."

"School," Stefan protested.

"I'll call you in," Damon said. He set a hand on Stefan's shoulder briefly. "Sleep."

Stefan obeyed.