"Stefan, go to your room. I'll deal with Damon first." Stefan looked at me. I glared at Julian. "Now." He barked. Stefan was gone in a second. Julian walked over to me and sat down, only then did I notice he had a paddle. I jumped from my seat but the next moment I found myself over his lap.
"Let me up or you're dead!" I hissed. He only responded by pulling down my jeans and boxers. I growled. I've not been in this position for one hundred years at least. I jumped from the first swat that landed on my bottom. He delivered nine more quick swats and I hissed in pain.
"Do you know what lesson I'm trying to teach Damon?" He asked, not missing a beat.
"That you want to be in charge?" I growled. SWAT! He smacked my thigh. "OW!" I bit my lip, refusing to give him what he wanted.
"Wrong. I don't need to teach you who's in charge because you know who's in charge. Your parents. Try again, Damon." He delivered ten more swats, I cringed in pain in response.
"That you're a douche, how about that?" I asked sarcastically. With that reply, he moved from my bottom to my thighs for the next swats. I wriggled, squirmed, and shoved and pulled trying to get off his lap. "Julian!" I hissed.
"You have one more chance, Damon. Don't blow it or we'll be moving onto the paddle before we were supposed to." I almost whimpered from that threat but bit down harder on my lip. Then I released, before I could bleed.
"Respect, damn it!" I growled out in between the smacks he continued to deliver.
"Yes, now lose the attitude." He moved back to my bottom. I groaned in pain. "You have shown no respect at all tonight and for that your mother and I are very disappointed in you." I groaned, wriggling harder. He threw his leg over mine after repositioning me. I couldn't move anymore. "You will behave better in the future, am I understood?"
"Yesss! Let me up!" I whimpered.
"Good. Because I won't hesitate to do this again." Again?! I gulped. He was actually serious about this wasn't he? "Now I'm going to give you a few more before we start your real punishment." He said, before beginning again. I groaned in anger but it became one of pain when he delivered an extra hard swat. I felt my chest squeeze before shuddering and releasing. I clenched my hands into fists. I refuse to cry!
When he finished, I saw him pick up the paddle. I was already regretting this decision of his. At the first swat that landed in the middle of my ass, I screamed in pain. Julian's only response was to wrap an arm around my waist. I felt my chest squeeze and release a few more times in response.
He divided the swats he was giving between my ass and my thighs and I started squirming more from the pain than trying to escape, along with a yelps of pain every other swat that was delivered. One swat that landed on my undercurve was the last straw and I lost the fight between me and my body. I began sobbing and only then did Julian begin talking again.
"When we are through here you will apologize to your mother and I for your lack of respect today and if you refuse I will gladly put you back over my knee and afterwards send you to the corner where you will stay until you do apologize. Am I understood Damon?" I gulped, nodding. "A verbal response please." He demanded.
"Yes!" I yelped. "Crystal clear!"
"Good." He delivered a flurry of swats and I started bawling. "Five more to go Damon." I whimpered in response and he quickly delivered the last five swats. I laid limply over his lap, just bawling my sorrow. I was sorry for killing Malcolm, sorry for not showing the proper respect today. I was sorry for fighting with them.
After a moment I realized that Julian was rubbing my back, whispering sweet nothings to me. His leg was off mine and his restrictive arm was now a holding arm. A few seconds I remembered I was bare over his lap. I quickly stood and pulled up my boxers and jeans.
"Why don't you go to your room? I still have to deal with Stefan." I looked up at him.
"Don't you dare-"
"-disrespect me again. I can easily throw you back over my lap or bend you over this table." I turned around and headed for my room. He is nothing like Giuseppe. He would have punished only me and forgotten about Stefan because of the behaviour I threw at him. Julian remembered that he said he wanted to punish Stefan too. I can't be the protective older brother with him…