"Fuck you, Tyler, you are such a bully!" Jeremy screamed pushing the bulkier boy off of him.
"You're a baby, Gilbert, you better toughen up if you are going to play football this year," Tyler lectured.
"I don't want to play football with you meatheads. Ugh, I just want you to stay out of my shit," Jeremy said yanking the oversized jersey out of Tyler's hand.
"Oh, you want this, huh, you need to get it," Tyler said tackling Jeremy again.
Jeremy rolled his eyes and said, "Fuck it. Shove it up your ass. I don't want it."
"Is the baby going to cry? Hmm, go ahead, cry," Tyler said now pinning Jeremy and tickling him.
Jeremy squirmed and tried to get away. Tyler only tickled him harder until Jeremy was laughing and begging for him to stop.
"What in the devil is going on in here? I told you both to get these pigsties cleaned up," Klaus barked.
"I am trying but this asshole is stealing my stuff and bullying me," Jeremy fumed. He didn't care if he got both of them in trouble as long as Tyler got it worse.
"Jeremy, I am fed up with your language. The next time I need to remind you, you will be getting your backside warmed up with a bar of soap in your mouth. Now, go to your room and clean, please," Klaus said in a low voice.
Tyler smirked as Jeremy stormed out.
"And you, I am not going to warn you again to stop bullying Tyler. He is younger and not as strong as you, but that doesn't mean you ought to slam him around so," Klaus started.
"I didn't. He's just a big baby who starts stuff he can't finish," Tyler burst out.
"Tyler..." Klaus said in a menacing voice.
Tyler took a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm sorry. I will lay off of him," Tyler said trying to calm down.
"And...?" Klaus prompted.
"And I'll apologize and clean my room," Tyler finished.
Klaus stepped over and kissed Tyler on the head.
"Thank you. I'm really proud of how much you are trying. I know this isn't easy," Klaus acknowledged.
"He can be a pain in the ass, though," Tyler snuck in.
"Young man, you are pushing it. You know the next time, I have to remind you to behave, you will not get off with a warning," Klaus threatened.
"I know," Tyler agreed, now starting to clean.
Klaus made his way down to the kitchen. Nicole was wiping down the counter.
"I feel like I might have gotten in over my head with those two," Klaus said sitting down heavily.
"Perhaps. Remember neither one ever had a brother before. They were both spoiled rotten by their parents in a sense. Now, it is left for you to straighten them both out," Nicole said plainly.
"Carol Lockwood didn't even need to be compelled to sign the boy over to me. She said she just couldn't handle him. I love him, but everything is a battle," Klaus admitted.
"You have been more than patient. You have given them plenty of time to adjust. Don't be afraid to enforce limits, they will still want to stay here. After all, I'm making my famous crème brûlée for dessert tonight," Nicole said her eyes sparkling.
Klaus grabbed her and kissed her neck, "Merci, Cher. I could not do this without you."
"You never have to," Nicole said moving her hair so Klaus could feed from her.
"That's not the artery I'm most interested in now," he smiled raising his eyebrows and glancing down at her thighs. Klaus' greatest pleasure was feeding from her femoral artery.
"Mais my dessert?" she squealed as he vamped her to the bedroom.
"You are my dessert," he replied softly.
After a scrumptious dinner of steak, fries, and green beans, the boys wondered where dessert was.
Klaus said, "Naughty boys don't get dessert."
"What does that mean?" Tyler scoffed. He had been looking forward to the crème brûlée all day.
"It means that I would like you two to march yourselves up stairs and properly clean those rooms. Now!"
"But we did," Jeremy said lamely.
"Cleaning means dirty clothes in the hamper, dirty dishes brought downstairs, and garbage put in the trash, for starters. Now march! I'm coming up in a half and hour and if I don't like what I see, no dessert will be the least of your worries," Klaus fumed. "And make those beds!"
Klaus helped Nicole clear the table.
"Just remember that you have given them plenty of chances to behave," she started as they both heard a tremendous crash.
Klaus vamped up with Nicole close behind him.
"You stupid prick, I told you to shut the fuck up," Jeremy was screaming as Tyler got up from the floor and lunged at Jeremy.
Tyler's flat screen tv had been knocked up the wall and was shattered.
Klaus' voice boomed, "Stop right now."
Tyler had his hands around Jeremy's throat but Klaus was able to pull him away with some effort.
"Jeremy, go to your room and find a corner! Tyler, go stand facing that wall while I clean this up," Klaus ordered.
The room was still a mess. Clearly the boys had been arguing instead of cleaning. Nicole helped Klaus clean up the glass as he vamped the television down the garbage bin. It was ruined.
"Mon cher, I brought this with me from the Bahamas. It seemed to come in handy the first time," Nicole said handing Klaus the paddleball paddle that he had spanked Jeremy with.
"You truly are a wonder. Thank you. I feel like this paddle will be something those boys listen to since they seem to ignore my words," Klaus said gratefully.
With the wooden paddle in hand, he went and sat on Tyler's bed.
"Tyler, come over her and sit down. Jeremy, come join us please," Klaus said patiently. He had been pretty miffed before but cleaning had given him a few minutes to calm down. The boys were sitting in two arm chair by the bed. Both seemed to be starting at the paddle.
"Now, who wants to start filling me in?" Klaus asked in an even tone.
Tyler looked at Jeremy and said, "It was my fault. I called Jeremy a pussy for always sucking up to you. I was poking him until he hit me."
Jeremy nodded,"Yeah, Tyler, you were saying stuff to me but I'm the one who pushed you into the tv. I should have ignored it."
"Thank you, boys, for admitting to me what happened. I also must confess that I am disappointed that you once again disobeyed me request for you to clean your rooms. Has that been an unreasonable demand?" Klaus asked gently.
"No, Sir," Tyler admitted.
Jeremy added, "Not at all."
"Well, I don't think we need to go over why you are getting punished. I have tried to give you some extra time to adjust but perhaps I was remiss in all the chances I gave you. Tyler, you are first," Klaus said firmly.
Tyler stepped over determined to cooperate.
Klaus was done fooling around, he undid Tyler's shorts as soon as he got close. He bared Tyler's bottom and told him to step out of the shorts. A few tears started dripping down Tyler's face. Jeremy was going to be forced to watch the whole thing. Being an only child, Tyler had never been spanked in front of any other kids before. His face was red and he almost felt like he couldn't breath.
Klaus noticed his distress and held him between his knees.
"I warned you that there would be consequences to misbehavior. This isn't easy for any of us, but you are getting a paddling and then you two will make up and go to bed. It will be over," Klaus said, "now over my knee." Klaus almost chuckled at his own joke, but then he saw Jeremy's tear streaked face.
"Son, it's going to be okay," Klaus said reassuring him.
Tyler's upper body rested on the bed. Klaus braced his arm over Tyler to hold him in place. Without further talk, he brought the paddle down with a crack. Tyler's behind instantly sported a pink mark.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Tyler was hugging a pillow and hiding his hands under to keep them from reaching behind. Pop! Pop! Pop!
Klaus decided that thirty whacks with the paddle would probably be enough. He swatted all over, paying attention to Tyler's sit spots.
Klaus was not swatting that hard, mostly using his wrist to snap down the rounded wood instrument.
This was the first time, Klaus was spanking Tyler. The boy seemed to be clenching and holding in all his emotion.
"Tyler, it's okay. Relax and don't tense up. That makes it worse. Let it out," Klaus said in a soft voice. Whack! Whack! Whack.
Klaus paddled Tyler a little harder. This caused Tyler to start kicking his legs and rocking his hips from side to side to avoid the swats. Finally, he heard Tyler start to sob and kick his feet into the carpet.
"Ten more, son," Klaus said bringing the paddling to an end. Tyler's rear was shiny and red.
"Do you have something you want to say, Tyler?" Klaus asked setting the paddle down on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I'm sorry, Dad," he sobbed. Klaus looked over at Jeremy and they both smiled a little. This was the first time Tyler had called him dad.
"Okay, let's get you up. Do you want to sit in the chair on your sore bottom or go stand in the corner?" Klaus asked realizing that Jeremy had witnessed Tyler's punishment first.
"Corner, please," Tyler said wiping away his tear.
"Okay, but no rubbing yet or I'll put you back over my knee," Klaus warned.
"Jeremy, let's go," Klaus said picking up the paddle again.
Jeremy hesitated.
"Come on, you got spanked with this before and lived. Let's get those pants down," Klaus admonished.
For some reason, Jeremy flushed with embarrassment to have Tyler overhear that he had already gotten a paddling before Tyler did with the sturdy instrument.
Jeremiah undid his shorts and let Klaus shuck them down. He also had him step out.
Without saying anything, Klaus guided him into the same position. He did take a moment to rub the paddle over Jeremy's white behind. The boy was trembling and nervous.
"You're going to be alright, settle down," Klaus said softly.
After a minute, Klaus starting swatting Jeremy all over like he did with Tyler. He also planned to give him 30 good swats.
Jeremy started crying and kicking right away. His legs were pinwheeling and he was wailing.
Klaus realized that he might have been spanking him harder than he had swatted Tyler at first. He lessened the intensity of the swats, but kept a steady pace.
"What should you have done instead of attack your brother?" Klaus asked bringing the paddle down firmly.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Ignore him or come get you, not freak out," Jeremy cried still wiggling around.
"Yes, every time you two fight, this paddle is going to be put into use. Do you both understand?"
Both boys sniffled out that they did.
"Five more," Klaus said. He cracked down the paddle hard on Jeremy's sit spots. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Jeremy didn't seem to realize that the spanking was over. Klaus sat Jeremy on his knee and moved him to take the pressure off his backside. Jeremy rested his head on his shoulder.
"Tyler, come here please," Klaus ordered.
He opened his left arm and had Tyler sit on his other knee.
"Jeremy, what do you want to say?" Klaus asked the still sobbing teen.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I'm sorry, Dad, Tyler," Jeremy cried.
"Okay, boys, it's over. All is forgiven. I love you both so much. I meant what I said though, every time you fight, you're both getting a good paddling. I don't care who is here to see it, so no more fighting," Klaus warned patting their red backside at the same time.
Klaus put Tyler in his bed first. Then, realizing that the queen sized bed was large enough for both, he put Tyler in beside him.
"Brothers fight, but they should always make up. Always and forever," Klaus said to his boys.
Klaus took the paddle and covered up both flaming backsides with the light sheet. He smiled as his supernatural hearing picked up them whispering "sorry" to each other.
Nicole met him at the stairs to collect the paddle. She would keep it handy in her spoon drawer for further usage.
"It went well, no?" She asked with concern.
"Yes," Klaus replied.
"Why so sad?" Nicole pressed.
"I was just thinking of my brothers. I told the boys brothers fight, but they should always make up. Maybe it is time that I practice what I preach?"
"In good time, my love, in good time," Nicole said kissing him on the lips.