Kol stomped up to his old room and looked around in surprise. The room looked the same, he supposed, but it had been many years since he had been in this house. How many? He couldn't say. 100? After they built The Abattoir, as Rebekah named it, and moved into the compound, there was no need for them to come back here.
Yet like every house they had, Elijah and Klaus kept them staffed with at least a skeleton crew of staff to maintain and keep them ready in case the family needed them. Kol took a shower as there were soap, toothbrushes, and towels available. Yet he felt exhausted and drained after, only wrapped in a towel, he trudged over to the bed and go in. He assumed there were some type of clothes in the drawers, but he didn't care. Kol closed his eyes and tried not to think of Nicole and what awaited him.
Elijah also took a shower and drink from one of the housekeepers, whom he then compelled to forget about it. He frowned on doing that, but the shock of seeing Marcellus and still having to deal with Kol required fortification. He had cut and prepared two switches and then went in Rebekah's old room looking for a study hairbrush. There was an oval Mason Pearson, but after digging through some old paste jewelry in the art deco style, he found a square paddle brush that he preferred. It was wider and not as dense as the oval one he had first found. Just as he was about to shut the drawer, he saw a bundle of papers tied with a faded rose colored ribbon. Against his better judgment, he slipped out a crumbling page and opened it. It was Marcel's hand. Elijah knew this as he taught him to write. It started out, "My dearest love,.." The letter still smelled vaguely of roses. He folded it carefully, but the thin paper almost crumbled in his hands. Did Rebekah come back her to stash relics of her "secret" affair with Marcel? He and Klaus knew and Klaus finally gave his blessing, right before they had to fled. He put the letters back and shut the drawer. A part of him considered giving them to Rebekah, but was this love affair doomed? Maybe it was best to keep some of the past in the past. Elijah picked up the chosen hairbrush and his switches and went to complete his next task, albeit an unpleasant one.
Elijah knocked on the door, but there was so answer. He stepped in and shut and locked the door. Kol was in the double feather bed on his stomach. Elijah walked over and sat on the nearby chair by the bed.
"I know you're not sleeping, Kol," Elijah said softly.
"I tried, but every time I close my eyes I think of Nicole. I never wanted to help them use Nik as a power source, I just didn't know what else to do," Kol admitted.
"You tried to tell me, didn't you? The night that-, Elijah started.
"The night those ruffians fought and caused a ruckus. I wanted to tell you. I knew you could help, but then that happened. I thought I owed her for undaggering me," Kol blurted.
"I wish you would have told me. You know things like this make it hard for Niklaus to trust people, especially you. You are going to have to make it up to him. That means telling the truth, even when you don't want to," Elijah scolded.
"Then, I get in trouble. But I guess, if I don't get punished, I punish myself. If I do, I feel like a child," Kol whined.
"The solution is to behave yourself. It's been a good long while since someone has taken me in hand. I assure you that I'll sometimes would find it easier to get a hiding that deal with guilt, regret, and pain. You died a boy, though. There is a part of you that will always be a boy, no matter how much you hate it. Finn, Niklaus, and I were adults when we were turned. It's different for us. Let us bear the burden and help you deal with yours. Enough talk now," Elijah said flipping the covers off of Kol.
"Elijahhhh," Kol simpered.
"Hush now. I am not going to go easy on you, then you can sleep a while before we leave," Elijah said standing. "Hold you pillow and don't reach back. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Brother, I'm not stupid. I understand," Kol sassed.
Elijah leaned over and flipped up the towel to bare his brother's backside and cracked his hand down hard on each cheek. Crack!Crack!
"Watch your tone, young man. It's been a while since you got a spanking, so maybe you are out of practice. I assure you, I am not," Elijah quipped.
"Oww,*swat* Elijah, *swat*not so hard *smack*," Kol moaned, trying to raise himself up.
Elijah pressed his left hand into Kol's upper back as he brought his right hand down hard on Kol's behind. He swatted the center of his right cheek and then his left cheek for a few minutes until Kol started trying to kick.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Elijah then spanked in a random pattern for a few minutes firmly until there was an even pink color all over Kol's formerly pale backside. Kol was groaning and trying to shift as much as he could. The slight dampness from his recent shower caused the smacks to feel even more sharp.
"Dammit it, it hurts," Kol groaned, frustrated that he couldn't move his backside away from the steady swats. Elijah's hand was hard and the burning was increasing to a searing fire.
"Good, that's the point. This is just the warm-up, so prepare yourself," Elijah warned continuing to spank all over.
"Nooo, come on, Elijah. I'm sorry. Nik's gonna spank me when we get home, isn't he? You don't have to do this," Kol wailed.
"Yes, he most certainly is. I wouldn't be surprised if he gave you a good paddling as soon as you step in the door. It wouldn't be unwarranted, would it?," Elijah asked, stopping a minute.
Elijah gave Kol a fierce crack in the center of his behind when he didn't answer.
"Arghhh, no. I deserve it," he yelled, trying to thrash around to alleviate the sting.
"Good. Now, you're going over my knee for a session with Rebekah's old hairbrush," Elijah said lifting him to grab the towel. Elijah sat down and draped the towel over his lap and pulled Kol over with his supernatural strength.
"No! Please, Elijah," Kol begged.
"Hurry now, we don't have all day," Elijah saw arranging him so his legs were resting on the bed, but his hands reached the floor.
Kol's face flamed as he realized that he would be staring at the hardwood floor for the next unpleasant minutes.
Elijah pulled out the hairbrush from his suit and rubbed it on Kol's burning seat. He patted it down a few second, giving Kol the chance to breath.
"You know I'm doing this because I love you. I don't like to cause you pain, Brother. It hurts me, too. But what really hurts is that you didn't trust me to come forward and tell me everything. I want you to think of that with every smack," Elijah said bringing the brush down crispy.
Unlike a human, Kol was healing fast during the spanking. Elijah could paddle him far harder and longer than any human, but cause no damage.
Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
He gave Kol two hard whacks on each sit spot and then lessened the blows.
Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.
"Owww. Ouch. God. Stop. Sorry! I'm sorry," Kol was now crying aloud and kicking his feet up and down as Elijah turned his bottom a bright red.
Elijah continued to spank the thrashing boy for two or three more minutes. Each time the squirming threatened to push him off his lap, Elijah simply tightened his grip and pulled Kol in tighter.
"Are you learning a lesson here, Kol?" Elijah asked sternly still paddling him steadily with the square implement.
"Yeahhh. Yes. I mean, I did. Please...help," Kol wailed. He was unable to bring his hands back because he was supporting his weight. Yet he pounded on the floor with his fists as he kicked his feet up and down on the bed. Elijah almost smiled to see how the hairbrush could turn a 900 year vampire into a chastened little boy.
"I am helping you learn to behave, mister. And believe you me, if you act up around Marcel and start up on the plane, I will paddle you on the spot with this hairbrush. At home, I will take you to your room and blister your behind. You can then spend the day in the corner or sitting on a stool writing lines. No more jealously," Elijah said lightening his swats but covering Kol's thighs and any untouched area.
When Kol finally quit struggling, Elijah paused.
"Anything you want to say?"
"I'm sorry. I won't be jealous or act up. Please, Elijah, stop," Kol sobbed.
"You still have a switching coming, young man. Get up," Elijah said ready to complete the punishment.
"No, no, please," Kol got up grabbing his throbbing backside and rubbing it. He was practically hopping up and down.
"Over the bed, please," Elijah said pushing him over.
"Oh god, I can't," Kol continued to wail.
"Hush, I mean it. You earned every bit of this whipping. Behave or I will spank you again right before we get on the plane," Elijah threatened picking up the switch.
Holding Kol down with his left arm, he brought the stick down on Kol's calves with a swish. He wasn't swinging hard but the boy still hissed in pain.
Elijah switched up Kol's legs until he reached his sit spots. He applied a few lashes, which caused Kol to howl and almost get out of position. The switch left red weals.
"Are you ever going to run away again?" Elijah asked putting down the switch.
"Owww, no, please," Kol moaned.
"If you do, this is a tenth of the spanking you'll receive. Almost done," Elijah swatted Kol's fiery backside ten more times as the boy cried.
"Done," Elijah said, rubbing his back. He broke the switches in half and threw them in the fire place.
Kol's backside looked swollen and bruised even with his supernatural healing.
Elijah sat on the bed and pulled him into his arms, rocking him as the boy tried to rub out the sting.
Kol finally stopped crying and the sting lessened a little, but a fierce heat remained. Elijah muttered, "You're going to be okay. We love you, always and forever. No more lies, okay?"
Kol nodded, almost asleep.
"Feed," Elijah bit into his wrist and offered his blood to his brother. This would help him heal and fall asleep. They still had a few hours before they had to leave. Kol drank deeply and fell asleep as Elijah wiped his face with his linen hankie. He was forever young.
Elijah also drifted off while holding his brother and dreamed of the good things yet to come.