Elijah knew something was off without using his supernatural vampire senses. The door to the condo was ajar and the smell of smoke and stale beer wafted toward him as he cautiously stepped in through the door.

Niklaus was behind him and he heard him inhale suddenly. The entire living room was trashed. Rebecca had just finished decorating it and had chosen a sleek white and gray color scheme. That was now marred by red wine stains, food spillage, and a few other indeterminate marks.

The Original family was still on the run from Michael. They had been holing up in a mansion in the North when Klaus thought it might do them all good to winter in sunny Florida. They had thought they could trust Kol to spend two or three days along whilst they closed up the mansion and found a caretaker. After all, Finn and mother's coffins were hidden in a cellar crypt beneath said mansion. They needed a vampire to guard it. That took a day or so to arrange.

Since the family was still on the run from Michael, they warned Kol not to, well, be Kol. No blood orgies, killing for sport, or the other misbehaviors that could draw the authorities ire and Michael's attention. So since Kol couldn't eat his way through a party and have real fun, he decided to have a little party at the condo. This South Beach crowd was a little wilder that what he was used to since he was last undaggered by his big brother. Of course he had done drugs and drank himself silly in the 1920s and before, but these new drugs were phenomenal. They affected his vampire senses in ways that he wasn't really prepared for. They made him less worried about the punishments he'd get in the future, and more concerned with the pleasures of the moment.

Kol had befriended a beautiful and wild witch. She was a lot of fun and had no idea who he really was. They had to be very careful to guard their true identities from others, especially other supernatural beings. He went by the name Louis and pretended to be a French aristocrat. The young witch instantly fell in love with him and brought a bunch of her coven over to party. For three days and two nights, Kol indulged in an orgy of blood, sex, drugs, and alcohol. It was divine. It wasn't until he heard the door swing open and Elijah say, "What in the cold hell happened here?"

Rebecca let out a, "Oh my god, I just finished this place!" and Nik roared, "KOL! Get out here."

Dammit, if he didn't move quickly, his new girlfriend and any remaining stragglers were going to see quite a show.

"Love, you need to go now." He then compelled her to leave and forget that she ever met him.

Rebecca and Elijah were already tossing out the various people, some still drunk and half naked out the door. All were compelled to forget about this place. Luckily, it didn't seem like there was a big vervain crop in South Beach.

Kol threw on some boxers and got up to face the music. Shit! The place was in worse condition than he thought. This wasn't good.

Nik was placing back and forth trying to calm himself down. He found a bottle with some liquor still remaining and chugged it. Other bottles were smashed. It looked like the chair by the fire place had caught on fire at some point. Garbage was everywhere. Glass crunched underfoot. Art work was trampled and destroyed.

"Guys, hey, I'm really sorry. This is not what I meant to happen. I'll clean it up," Kol lamely muttered.

"You are goddamn right you will!" Rebecca shrieked while vamping up to slap him. Elijah caught her hand.

"Dear sister, this is not the way to behave. Let us deal with our errant brother the proper way. I assure you he will see the error of his ways," Elijah said with a slight smile.

Rebecca smiled back, now knowing what was going to happen to the culprit. "No problem, Elijah. I will just leave my luggage here and do a little shopping. It looks like we are going to need to replace a few things."

Nik slipped her some hundreds and a credit card as he whispered, "Thank you, Sister." As he turned back to glare at Kol, his eyes flashed yellow for a second.

Kol whined, "Nik, please, don't. Give me some time and I'll fix this."

"Kol, what did I tell you that I was going to do the next time you disobeyed us?" Niklaus asked with an amused air. He knew Kol was nervous.

"That I wouldn't get the dagger, but that I would still be punished." Kol said in a small voice. This was humiliating. He was an Original vampire also. He shouldn't have to explain himself to anyone. Yet, he hated the disappointment he caused. He was ashamed of himself.

Elijah was now cleaning, he paused, shifting the garbage bag from one hand to another. "Kol, I'm sure you remember the many years before Niklaus created those intrepid daggers...How things were then. How we used to keep you safe, from yourself. At times, it was a struggle to keep you from destroying all of us with your...excesses. You've had plenty of second chances. We tried to give you some leeway, but this is how it always starts with you."

"Elijah, I wasn't as mature back then. I've learned. You don't have to do this!" Kol anxiously glanced around.

Nik was right behind him. He gripped his upper bicep firmly.

"Come on, little Brother, let's get this over with," he said softly.

Nik led Kol, not to Kol's trashed bedroom, but to Nik's. It too, had been violated. Nik went to the bedside table to get something. Kol thought he might have enough time to slip away.

Elijah met him at the door. "Going somewhere, Brother?"

Kol looked down, defeated. "No, Elijah, guess not."

"Can we trust you to take your thrashing like a man?" Elijah inquired.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, then, I'll leave you two to it." Elijah shut the door softly behind him. He was probably dying to clean up more. He couldn't stand any mess.

"Come here, Kol," Nik demanded. He was sitting on a small velvet couch. He had a wooden paddle in his hand. Kol paled. It had been a long while since his last spanking from Klaus. Maybe he would prefer the dagger? No, his new witch girl would probably 80 or dead by the time they woke him up. Kol had agreed to these rules, they couldn't risk him getting out of control again and drawing attention to them.

Nik reached out and grabbed Kol as he drew near. In a practiced motion, he flipped him over his lap. Kol's head swam. He was a little weak from the drugs and not feeding well.

Kol felt Nik's hand resting on his back. He took a breathe and then felt a firm smack on his cloth covered behind. His face heated and flushed with the shame of it. Crack. Smack. Slap.

Was this really happening? He had been warned. The spanks sped up and he felt a warmness on his backside. Nik had always had a firm hand, even when they were human.

"Rebecca was so excited for us to live here in this nice, new condo. She wanted everything to be perfect. Now, she will have to start over," Nik lectured.

"Nik, I didn't mean for things to get so out of control," Kol whined.

WHAP, whap, whap.

"You never do, Brother. We all make mistakes. But we can't have this, can we? If Michael should...," Nik paused, took a breath, and braced himself for the next step. He didn't want to do this, but he had promised Kol a good spanking if he got out of control.

"Lift," Nik muttered. Kol did as he was told. He soon felt the air on his stinging behind.

"I hate doing this, you know," Klaus said as he lifted the paddle. It wasn't heavy, but he figured it would provide enough sting to encourage Kol to behave himself a bit more.

"Then don't," Kol wailed as the paddle swatted down on his bare cheeks firmly. He wouldn't break. He wasn't a child anymore.

"Ouch. Aww, no..."

Niklaus was working up a rhythm, having some experience on both sides of the ordeal. He knew Kol wasn't quite as penitant as he needed to be.

" . . .adult." Nik said punctuating each word with a hard crack of the paddle.

"Aye, I will. Just stop and I swear I'll be good." Kol sobbed. He was breaking. The fire on his backside grew unbearably hot. He threw his hand back. Nik immediately caught them and pinned them back with his free hand.

"You need to learn the hard way, but you will learn." Crack! Crack! The little paddle popped down on Kol's backside more times until it was a solid shade of red.

"Please brother, I'm sorry. Stop," Kol sobbed, now truly sorry.

Nik put the paddle down and swatted him a few more times with his hand.

"We love you, Kol, that's why we do this and why will will stand by you, always and forever," Nik soothed as he rubbed the sobbing boy's back gently.

"I love you, too. Always and forever."

Elijah whispered, "Always and forever" from the door as he wiped a tear from his eye.