Klaus ran into Nicole as he was leaving the room.
"Mon dieu, you scared me," she panted.
"Sorry, Love. How are you? I'm so glad you are alright. If I could rip those two to pieces a thousand times for you, I would," Klaus growled.
"Once was enough, my handsome master. Do the boys need anything?" Nicole said with concern as they walked arm in arm in the the hallway to his bedroom quarters.
"New arses? Maybe some more of your healing salve. Unlike the other times, I didn't go easy on them. This hairbrush is a heavier than the paddle. I'm afraid I almost bruised them," Klaus admitted, hefting the brush in his palm.
"Oui, it shall be done at once, but after I make sure you are okay. I am proud of you. I know it wasn't easy for you to donner une fessée à although it was well-deserved. Let me rub your shoulders," Nicole begged.
"I don't deserve you, Cheri. But perhaps don't call me 'master' in front of my sister. She may murder me. She was quite the woman's libber to get the vote and all that," Klaus mused, laughing.
"Fine. It will be our little secret, Master!" Nicole said stripping off his shirt.
Jeremy groaned as he rolled over on his back. His backside now had a deep ache. It wasn't like the sting of that paddle that faded into warmth. This was a more deep seed pain.
"Fucking hairbrush," he griped to himself.
Tyler answered, "Tell me about it. I literally don't think we'll be able to sit on those chairs for dinner."
"I know," Jeremy said getting up and looking at his reflection.
"Damn, he really did a number on us," Tyler hissed as he got up.
"So I go, like, 17 years never getting a single swat. And now in two months, I get spanked like three or four times. And all by vampires! What the hell?" Jeremy mused.
"I think it's because they are old and shit. Like they do things like they did back in time..." Tyler said, now trying to rub out the deep ache unsuccessfully.
"But you said your parents used to spank you?" Jeremy prodded.
"Yeah, I gotta admit I was a terrible kid. But they stopped and I was still terrible, maybe worse. Then Mr. Saltzman has this talk with my dad...and here I am with a red ass. Hey, I wonder if Alaric is a secret vampire. Maybe my uncle? Face it Mystic Falls is the weirdest goddamn place," Tyler said getting dressed.
"Shit, weren't we supposed to stay in bed?" Jeremy said nervously looking at the door.
"Boys, knock, knock!" Klaus said walking in.
"Sorry, we forgot you said to..." Jeremy started.
"Told you to stay in bed or go over my knee again, hmm?" Klaus said with his lips turning up in a slight smile. He sat down on the same chair that he had sat in when he paddled them both hours earlier.
"Tyler, trousers down. Come here," Klaus said patting his lap.
"Come on, Dad, it's been like three hours. My ass, I mean my butt is still really sore, I can't take another spanking," Tyler groaned, taking off his pants again. Jeremy got back in the bed and looked on uncomfortably.
Klaus arranged him and took the jar of salve from his pocket.
"I said if I caught you out of bed, you would go over my knee. This salve should help," Klaus said smoothing in the salve.
"Thank you," Tyler said twisting back and looking at Klaus.
Klaus lightly smacked his behind.
"Eyes forward and let me work this in. I hated to be so hard on you boys, but if Elijah hadn't seen fit to forgive me, I could have lost the rest of my family," Klaus said solemnly.
"I'm sorry, Dad. We didn't think of it like that. We should have told you the truth right away," Tyler said staring at the ground. He was aware that his backside was not out of danger yet. The salve was starting to soak in.
"Thank you, Tyler. Why don't you get dressed. It's almost time for dinner," Klaus said sincerely.
"Okay, Tyler, your turn over my knee. Hurry up or I may change my mind and give you a few swats," Klaus kidded him.
"Very funny," Jeremy groaned getting into the now familiar position.
Klaus quickly worked the salve in and was glad to see that Jeremy's backside was red, but not bruised.
"Now what have we all learned from this little episode?" Klaus said still rubbing in the salve that Nicole made.
"To tell the truth fast and maybe not break into tombs?" Jeremy said, still facedown over Klaus's lap.
"Correct. Pants on, please," Klaus agreed giving Jeremy a light tap to get him up.
"So dinner tonight may be a little different. I hope that you will treat your aunt and uncle with respect and speak appropriately. That means no swearing. I know it's been a rough day. Let's spend tomorrow fishing or doing something just the three of us," Klaus offered.
"Sounds good," Jeremy replied.
"And boys?" They both looked up,"I..." Klaus couldn't go on, he felt overwhelmed by all the good and bad that had happened.
Jeremy and then Tyler went over and hugged him tightly. After all, he was their dad.
"So, Klaus tells us that you boys are both artists," Elijah said, passing the salad to Jeremy on his left.
"Oh, Jeremy's the real artist. I'm mostly into sports and sh-stuff like that," Tyler pointed out.
"Any sport in particular?" Rebekah asked, knowing almost nothing about modern sports. She had spent half the day trying to catch up on things on television and the other half shopping.
"Football. I used to wrestle, but I quit that," Tyler went on.
"Quit? Why is that, if I may ask?" Elijah inquired politely.
"Oh, I had trouble ending the matches. I guess I have, or had, a bit of a temper. Anger issues..." Tyler trailed off.
"Oh my, Tyler. I hope you are working on that. I know some other men with nasty tempers and it is not attractive," Rebekah added looking directly at Klaus.
"Me? Ha, that is rich coming from the girl who broke two blokes' noses for looking at her the wrong way in the pub," Klaus retorted.
"Nik, you don't want to challenge me. I could tell them about the time we were in that little village near Prague and you and Kol befriended that crazy witch..." Rebekah started.
"Ah, Rebekah, let's not go down memory lane. There are children present," Elijah said eyeballing Tyler and Jeremy who were eager to hear this story.
"Quite right, Brother. Sorry, I fear my many years in the coffin has dulled my social skills," Rebekah said with a blush.
"We're not really children anymore. Who is Kol?" Tyler asked.
Klaus said, "Our other brother. And yes, you most certainly are a child."
Tyler muttered, "Sucks to be us," under his breath.
Klaus cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at Tyler's poor choice of words.
"Is he in one of the coffins?" Jeremy asked confused.
"Yes, and our eldest brother Finn is in the other one," Elijah added.
Jeremy and Tyler looked at each other.
Jeremy blurted, "Oh, I assumed you were the oldest."
"Boys, it's complicated. We can talk about it another time. After dessert, perhaps we can all take a stroll around the grounds," Klaus offered.
"That sounds nice," Rebekah agreed.
Klaus smiled back at her. His sister hadn't been this agreeable in ages.
The siblings and boys walked out to the tree line conversing about future plans for a house warming party, putting in a pool, and maybe even a family vacation. Klaus also offered to have Elena, Jenna, and Carol over for a night if the boys wanted that. All thoughts of rituals, curses, and dark objects were forgotten. For once, they were just a normal family, albeit a wealthy one, walking together after dinner.
Rebekah even suggested they get a puppy. The boys thought that was a great idea. Klaus wasn't so sure. Elijah immediately said no. He knew who would end up training it and taking care of a pet.
Just as they were about to head back to the mansion, Klaus' supernatural hearing picked up a scraping sound.
"Do you hear something?" he asked his siblings.
"I do," Elijah confirmed.
Klaus told the boys to stay with Rebekah as he and Elijah vamped off to investigate. Tyler started to follow them.
"Young man, I think you were told to wait," Rebekah scolded.
"Yeah, well, I don't really like to be told what to do!" Tyler sassed back.
"Come to think of it, neither do I. Shall we?" Rebekah asked. With care to their tender backsides, Rebekah slumped each boy over her shoulders and vamped in the direction of the sound.
"Bloody hell! Is this really happening?" Klaus roared.
The metal doors to the makeshift tomb were open again. Kol was crawling out into the growing twilight.
And Finn was right behind him.
"Oh my god!" Rebekah shouted. "Kol? Finn? Do they even have daylight rings?"
"Yes, that shouldn't be a problem," Klaus said completely shocked.
Elijah was helping Finn up and chided, "Rebekah, were you not told to keep the boys back?"
"That's what you are worried about now, Elijah? Bugger off! Kol, here let me help you," Rebekah said offering her wrist for her weakened brother to feed off of. Klaus offered his wrist to Finn, but he shook it off.
Tyler and Jeremy could not help but notice the withering look Elijah gave Rebekah after she cursed at him. They looked at each other in shock. There were two gray looking Original vampires crawling on the ground while three others tried to help them.
Klaus vamped down to the tomb to check to see if their mother's ashes were still there, they were. The chests of riches seemed undisturbed. The daggers were gone.
Elijah said, "I'll get a discrete security team in here tomorrow. I don't know what is going on, but I don't like it."
Klaus nodded in thanks.
Kol mimicked Klaus, "'No more dagger, Kol. You can trust me, Mate.' What bloody year is it? Doesn't look like the 90s anymore by the look of your clothes!"
"It's 2010. We're still in Mystic Falls," Elijah said calmly.
"Rebekah, I can see our brothers need tending. Can you take the boys to the house, please?" Klaus pleaded with his eyes that she obey him.
"Of course, come on, boys. Maybe Nicole left some cake out?" Rebekah said softly.
"Bex! Don't leave me alone with this bastard. Please," Kol begged, terrified of Klaus.
"Kol, stop the nonsense. Nik will do no such thing. I'll see you later," Rebekah said, taking each boy by the hand. "Come now."
"Brother, I know you are upset. Believe me, I share your sentiment. However, Niklaus has two sons now. This is his home we are living in. Many things have happened since you...went to sleep. Mikael is still hunting us. And if anyone has a right to be the most upset, it is Finn," Elijah said looking over at their eldest brother, who was barely off the ground.
"I see I am still cursed with this blood thirst. If only you could release me from this eternal hell," Finn moaned.
"Well, Brother, we are damned for all eternity so let's make the best of it shall we? Let me help you," Klaus said half dragging Finn by the arm.
"Fuck you, Elijah, Finn doesn't want to live. I do. I lost another 20 years in a damn box. Again. You can all go to hell. Why did you even bother to undagger us?" Kol prodded.
"Actually, Brother, we didn't. And when I find out who did they are going to have to answer to ME!" Klaus raged.
"Niklaus, that is enough!" Elijah roared back after seeing the hurt look on Kol's face.
"Then, who the bloody hell freed us?" Kol asked perplexed.
"We have no idea," Klaus admitted. "Come now, let's get you inside."
Several hours later, the newly undaggered Originals were shown to their quarters and feed as many bags of blood as they wanted. Finn preferred to hunt animals for his blood, but lacked the energy to do so. Both fell into a deep sleep for the night.
Klaus nodded towards the study, now Elijah's study, for an impromtu meeting for the three awake Originals.
Elijah sat behind his new desk and gazed at his siblings across the desk. He poured them all a finger of bourbon.
Klaus began, "I think we can assume that none of us in this room had anything to do with that fiasco."
Elijah nodded.
Rebekah said, "Of course not."
Elijah gave her a hard stare.
"Rebekah, I mean it, if you had anything to do with this, tell us now," Elijah beseeched.
"Bloody damn hell, Elijah, I didn't do it and I won't sit here and be treated like a child," Rebekah said standing up in a huff.
"Sister, no one is accusing you," Klaus said sweetly, finishing his drink.
"Rebekah Mikaelson, you sit yourself down, before you make me really angry," Elijah seethed.
"Fine! But I don't like being talked to like this. You'll probably just dagger me again anyway, you arses!" she pouted, throwing herself back into her chair. She slammed down her glass shattering it. She grinned and looked at Elijah and shrugged.
"Klaus has a maid. She can clean it up!"
"No one is daggering anyone, but I can guarantee you that you are heading towards a damn good spanking, young lady! Probably long overdue," Elijah specified.
Klaus raised his eyebrows and gave Rebekah a look that said 'watch it."
"Elijah, you have the dagger you pulled out of Rebekah, but the ones from Kol and Finn are now missing. That is no issue for me, but whoever has those daggers is a threat to both of you," Klaus said, rubbing his tempers where a headache was building.
"Niklaus is right, we have to find those daggers," Elijah agreed.
"We wouldn't have this issue if Nik hadn't daggered me in the first bloody place!" Rebekah remarked hotly.
"I seem to remember you trying to run away with, what shall we say, a member of a Columbian drug cartel. Plus, you tried to steal five millions dollars out of the family account. So whose fault is it that you got a time out for a few years?" Elijah said evenly.
"Fuck you both!" Rebekah screamed.
Klaus' eyes got wide. Even he knew how far Elijah could be pushed.
"On that note, I will take my leave. I'll, ah, send Nicole in to clean up the glass, um, tomorrow," Klaus said casting a glance as his brother. "There's a gift for you in the middle drawer, Brother. Good luck, Sister. Please don't wake up my boys."
"Elijah, I'm sorry. It's just been a long day," Rebekah said trying to causally get up and act like she wasn't about to get her tail roasted.
"It shall be a bit longer for you, Sister," Elijah said vamping over and grabbing her. She was strong, but he had drunk far more blood and trained harder for centuries. Rebekah was no match against her older brother. Plus, she was wearing white stilettos.
"Elijah," she whined putting her hands over her backside.
"Now, Rebekah," Elijah said pulling her toward him with one hand and smacking her bare thighs with the other. She was wearing a tight, slinky white dress that was several inches below her bottom. He bent her carefully over his lap. The chair didn't have arms and was quite sturdy.
Elijah stopped the swats to open the drawer that Klaus indicated. He found a heavy wooden paint stick and took it out.
"Yes, this will do nicely," Elijah grinned.
"What is it, Elijah?" Rebekah said twisting to look back.
"A paint stick, I believe. I think they also call it a paint paddle. Used for stirring gallons of paint and spanking sassy, misbehaving brats," Elijah explained.
"No, I'm sorry. I should have listened to you. I was angry," Rebekah grumbled.
"Yes, you should have listened. Now, I'm going to communicate to you in a more direct manner!" Elijah said swatting the center of her bottom over her dress.
Whap!
"You are supposed to be acting like an adult, not a sulky toddler," Elijah scolded. He started spanking one cheek then the next at a fast pace.
"Oww, okay. I get it. You can stop now," Rebekah pleaded.
Elijah laughed out loud.
"No, I don't think you are getting it yet, but you will. Lift up," Elijah said yanking up her dress.
To his horror, Rebekah was wearing a bright white skimpy thong. Almost her entire ivory colored bottom was bare.
Rebekah yelled and thrashed when she felt the cool air on her rear end. She almost stabbed Elijah when one of her heels flew up violently. She couldn't help it. She hadn't had a spanking in a while and her backside was burning fiercely.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Elijah started spanking harder and faster. He wanted to make a good impression so he wouldn't have to do this anytime soon. Keeping his eye on the clock, he decided that another solid minute of smacks would be a decent warm up before he took the paint stick to her.
"It hasn't been a whole day yet and here you are getting a spanking. I am very disappointed in your behavior," Elijah lectured, restraining her with his left arm.
"Elijah, please.*smack* I get it now. *smack*I learned a lesson.*smack* I don't need a spanking," Rebekah begged.
Swat! Swat! Swat!
"Your behavior dictates otherwise. Now, hush, and think about how many times you cursed and disobeyed today," Elijah said eyeing the clock.
Elijah paused while he picked up the paint paddle. It seemed smooth. Did Klaus sand it down for them?
Rebekah tried to twist back to see if he was done.
"Face forward, young lady. Keep those hands on the floor and your feet down," he commanded bringing the first hand whack down on both cheeks.
The stick left a red stripe.
Rebekah started wailing without shame. Elijah cracked down again a bit lower twice. Rebekah tried to reach back and kicked both her legs out. Elijah simply swatted her sit spots and upper thighs until she returned her hand to the ground. He angled the paddle towards her inner thighs, knowing how sensitive that area was. As an Original vampire, Rebekah healed quickly. This was usually a boon, but it meant she could be paddled for a long time without injury or damage. Elijah knew that meant that the after effects also wore off quicker.
"Owww. Ouch. Stop it, dammit. Elijah, I will behave myself, just stop it," Rebekah continued to beg.
"You will continue to be paddled until I am certain you have learned your lesson. What do I want to hear?" Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Elijah was now swatting down in the center of each check in the same spot and alternating.
"Sorry...I'm so sorry," Rebekah sobbed.
Elijah started to bring the stick down hard against both cheeks to wrap up the punishment.
"Are you going to be a good example for your new nephews? You are not their friend. Things are going to be difficult for all of us to adjust. We need you to be respectful and helpful, not mean and vindictive," Elijah cautioned.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Rebekah, if you cannot stay in place, I"m going to have to spank you again tomorrow. Now, stay still," Elijah warned.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rebekah was still wiggling, but her behind was fiery red and splotchy. He could tell she was trying to dig her feet into the floor as much as possible. She must not have had enough blood today to hasten her healing as much as usual. He put the paint paddle down.
"And if I hear you back talking Klaus or me, using the foul language I heard today, or disobeying, you will get the paddle where ever you misbehave, remember that. You are lucky I'm not washing out your mouth with soap," Elijah finished with several more firm spanks.
Spank! Spank! Spank!
He was done. He patted her back for a few minutes and then lifted her up, smoothing down her dress.
"You know you mean the world to me. I spent months trying to find you to reunite our family. Even when you misbehave, I love you, but I will not hesitate to correct any of you when you need it," Elijah said sterning.
"Even Nik?" Rebekah sniffed.
Elijah smiled, "It has been a few centuries since I attempted that, maybe Finn can take over that duty."
They both chuckled at the thought of Finn even trying to tame the hybrid.
"That was the hardest spanking you ever gave me," Rebekah pouted.
"I think you need to feed and maybe I ran out of patience faster than I should have, but you're forgiven now," Elijah said hugging her tightly.
"My behind is on fire, maybe we can throw that paint paddle into the bonfire this year?" she suggested casually.
"Sure, it's not for six months though. Can you behave that long?"
"Probably not," Rebekah admitted. "I'm glad we are all together again, though. Do you think this can work?"
"Well, we have two new family members to protect, so we don't have the option of failure. Now can you put yourself to bed? It's getting late," Elijah asked.
"I believe so. Any chance I can get some O. negative?"
"No, I think we'll let this lesson sink in. Then, tomorrow morning you can have as much as you want," Elijah promised.
"But my bottom is so sore now!" Rebekah said, getting up and rubbing both cheeks.
"That's the point. Now run along before you smart off and I get tempted to paddle you again," Elijah teased.
"I'm going to burn that thing!" Rebekah replied, kissing him on the cheek, on her way out.
"I'll just get something worse!"
In the kitchen, Nicole glanced at the microwave clock. She was anxious to wake up her love. It had been many years since she started looking for him. Many years of plotting, scheming, and sucking up to his bastard brother. Kol had saved her from execution by her own coven for practicing sacrificial magic. He taught her how to make dark objects and then he was taken from her years ago. Kol had warned her about his brother and the daggers. Now, she had, not one, but two daggers. And she had Kol back! She had waited years for this moment. Nothing was going to get in the way of their love.
And she really hated to cook.