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The Mikaelsons lived in a large manor, though "manor" was a bit of an understatement. Each of the Mikaelsons had their own large, spacious townhouse that were connected by gardens. Klaus' townhouse was in the middle, Elijah's was to the left, and Rebekah's to the right.

Each townhouse was visibly the same on the outside, but each Mikaelsons had decorated to their tastes. Klaus' was covered in paintings painted by him, Rebekah's was filled with furs and all kinds of girly things she had picked up from all over the world, and Elijah's own townhouse was visibly more modest. It was decorated with tasteful and elegant decorations.

But each house was basically the same, it had twelve rooms, a dining room, a living room, office, kitchen, gym, and a large room to use for their own personal use. Klaus used his as an art studio, Rebekah as a place to store all her vintage clothing and favorite classic movies, and Elijah used his as basically a room for the dust bunnies to live while they waited to be cleaned out by the maid.

Even though they all had their separate homes and quarters. The siblings still had meals together more than half of the time.

When Elijah stepped into the dining room in Klaus' townhouse he didn't even blink at the unusual display. There was breakfast already laid out. There were platters of fresh fruit, eggs, and toast. There were also pitchers of orange juice and coffee.

The only thing unusual about the display was that Klaus was drinking his "breakfast" from his slave, Tiffany's wrist ignoring the fact that he had drank enough blood to kill Tiffany.

"Niklaus." Elijah interrupted.

Klaus let go off Tiffany's wrist and wiped the blood from his mouth. "You can go now." He told her as Tiffany bowed and scurried out of the room.

Klaus took one look at Elijah's face and sighed. "What are you all pouty about?"

"Where's Rebekah?"

"She won't be joining us I'm afraid. I bet she's too busy spying and drooling over Marcel through the window. Our sister is quite desperate for affection if you haven't notice." Klaus smirked. Marcel was the human who took care of the horses. "Happy birthday by the way brother, I have planned a nice birthday celebration for you. Dinner tonight with all of your guests, followed by dancing. Though at night is when you will get your birthday present."

Elijah started pouring himself a cup of coffee without missing a beat. "I know about the slave gift, Klaus. About," he tried to remember her name. "Katherine."

Klaus' face grew annoyed. "Trevor told you didn't him? The man has no spine."

"No, it wasn't Trevor." He said as he sat down across from him. "Your little gift tried to assassinate me last night with a knife. It seems she wasn't too content about being bought off in an auction."

Klaus shrugged. "She really has no right to say, I thought she had spunk the little vixen. You need that, especially since you hang out with women that are about as interesting as a pair of stuffed animals."

Elijah ignored his insult. "I told you I didn't want a slave, Niklaus."

"What is with your aggression? Most slaves wouldn't tried and kill you in the middle of the night-and besides a knife wouldn't kill you. . .well, unless she chopped your head off, but with a kitchen knife that would be quite impossible. Then I guess we'll go slave shopping today after breakfast, not to worry brother you will have your birthday treat-"

Elijah raised his eyebrows and looked up from his coffee. "What would I want two slaves for?"

Klaus looked at him confused. "Katherine, still lives?"

Elijah set down his cup. "Of course she still lives, a kitchen knife wouldn't hurt me. Though, it did annoyed me that she popped out of nowhere and her sass and stubbornness aren't exactly attractive qualities."

"I thought you had killed her. You have killed for much less."

"Unlike you, brother I don't hurt people for my own amusement," he shrugged. "I merely spanked her a bit to get it through her head not to do it anymore. She was quite obedient after that."

Klaus had a sour expression on his face. "I would have strangled her or at the very least whipped her raw."

"Well, good thing I'm not you. Oh, and by the way cancel my birthday celebrations for today." Elijah said as he stood up. "I am in no mood for a party, I'm going riding."

Klaus' annoyed expression turned into a smirk. "You will probably be too busy disciplining your Katherine."

". . . Perhaps."

Katherine opened her brown eyes slowly and she sat up only to be welcome with a burning pain in her bottom. "Ow." She winced as she rubbed the pain away. Her bottom was still sore, it had turned slightly pink and even though Elijah had only spanked her for a little while his vampire speed and his anger had contributed to the soreness.

She had ditched her blue panties once she had scurried back to her room (now both doors were locked) the material had been uncomfortable around her bottom.

Her eyes closed. Crap, today was the master's birthday. Which meant that he was going to "unwrap" her tonight. Her stomach flipped as she realized that this was her fate. Be someone's obedient servant for the rest of her life and to lose her virginity to a vampire. Her stomach did another flip. Would it hurt?

It wasn't as if things back home were excellent either. Her parents had kicked her out for being too rebellious and she had been living in a crappy apartment trying to survive. As far as things went maybe she was better of being a slave in Iris. Though being bent over Elijah's knee and spanked and then fondled hadn't made one of its perks.

Something pink caught her eye in the dresser. She walked towards it and saw that it was a small, pink jar of baby lotion. There was a small note on it: For your bottom, it should help. E.M.

Katherine snorted as she dropped the jar and note into the trashcan. She opened the drawer to look for a pair of panties and a bra for today. She opened one of the drawers where she had gotten the blue panties last night. She noticed that, that drawer is where all the "granny" underwear was kept compare to the other pieces of lingerie.

Katherine opened it, but found it completely empty. Elijah had removed it and left her with the lacy, barely their underwear. "Jerk." she hissed.

Katherine opened one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of pink panties that were completely made of lace, but at least they covered her bottom. As soon as the lace touched her bottom she winced as the scratchy material made contact with the tender skin and quickly removed them.

Lacy underwear and a spanked bottom from last night was not a great combination. She gingerly picked up the jar. Elijah seemed to have thought of everything.

Around eight one of the maids came into the room, carrying a package. Katherine looked up from where she was painting her nails red. "Sorry, miss but it's time for you to get ready."

"Ready for what?"

The girl blushed. "For tonight, miss. You are Master Elijah's, um, birthday present. I came to deliver your clothes and do your hair and make up."

Katherine reluctantly stood up. "All right-"

"Cami." Cami said. "I'm one of the maids for Elijah."

She nodded. Neither girl spoke as Cami curled her hair. Once it was perfectly curled she had started applying Katherine's makeup. Creamy pink lipstick, light brown eye shadow, blush, and a little mascara. Once she had finished adding the last coat of gloss. She said. "Please take off your clothes, miss."

Katherine tried not to blush as she took off her dress and bra, she hadn't bothered putting on panties. The lace was uncomfortable. If Cami thought this was weird, she didn't say anything. She noticed that her bottom was still pink.

She slipped into a G-string thong made of black satin with a long black ribbon made into a bow at the back that barely covered her front. A black garter belt was connected to the barely there underwear along with the black stockings. Cami helped Katherine slipped into a black leather corset that only seemed to cut off her ability to breath and crushed her breasts as she pulled the strings.

Katherine looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. From her face upwards she looked like an angel, from below her neck she looked like she worked at a strip club. My how times have changed.

"Are you sure my butt doesn't look too big?"

Cami shook her head. "That's the point of thongs. They are supposed to show off your . . . gifts."

Katherine snorted. "Does Elijah usually spank his slaves?"

Cami shrugged. "You're the first slave he has had. Though if you control your temper, Miss Katherine I'm sure he won't spank you anymore."

"Like that would happen."

Cami didn't argue. She could tell that Katherine had a strong temper and if there was one thing Elijah hated was strong willed women. "Please get on the bed, Miss Katherine."

"Why?"

"It is customary that the slaves . . . well that they await their masters tied up."

"How appropriate." She snorted. But not willing to risk another spanking she followed Cami towards her bed where Cami tied her wrists on the bed's banister with a pair of red, silk ropes

"Good luck, Miss Katherine." Cami bowed.

"Cami . . . will it hurt?"

"Maybe." She said. "But you will enjoy it."

Katherine gave an irritated sigh as she wiggled her arms under the silk ropes. "Somehow I doubt it."

-End of Chapter Three-

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