Elijah tapped on the door to the boys' room and walked in quietly. He was worried by the willow hoop. Unlike Kol, Elijah had never been that interested in magic, but he knew that none of this was good. The witches that laid those hoops were stealthy enough to get through the security system and remain undetected by four Original vampires.

Elijah saw Jeremy sitting on the floor leaned up against the bunk beds sketching. The shower was running in the bathroom.

"Matt in the shower?" Elijah asked causally.

"Yes, sir," Jeremy said glumly.

"Jeremy, you brought the drugs in the house did you not?" Elijah asked. He could always tell when someone was lying by their heart rate.

Jeremy's was steady when he admitted that he did.

"I got it from an old contact at the Grill. He just gave it to me and I guess I wanted the other guys to think I was cool. Now all I did was get us in trouble. They will probably hate me now. It was dumb," Jeremy postulated.

"It was only a week or so ago when I paddled you and Matt for fighting. I'm starting to think that some time apart must be a good thing. If you boys are all a bad influence on each other, I'm going to speak to your father about splitting you up for a few days," Elijah warned.

"No, Uncle Elijah, please don't!" Matt said coming out of the bathroom in shorts while toweling his hair dry.

"Jeremy, we're not mad at you. At least, I'm not. Ty and I are the older ones and should have stopped you. Please, Uncle Elijah, don't split us up yet. Give us another chance," Matt begged.

"Matt, okay, I won't bring this up again unless you three puts your lives in danger again. Jeremy, I think you are first this time. Matthew, would you take your place. You can face that wall," Elijah frowned to see the pile of clothes in the corner. There was also a small book shelf there now. Didn't they just have a talk about cleaning?

Jeremy put his sketchbook to the side and looked up at Elijah. He noticed his didn't have a paddle or that stupid paint stick with him. He flushed to think of going over his knee to get a hand spanking. That made him feel like a small child.

"No paddle today, but I am going to use my belt on you at the end of your spanking. We will not tolerate drugs on the property, young man," Elijah said sternly sitting down on the small couch in front of the sitting area.

Jeremy nodded. He had no defense.

"I never got it with a belt before, Uncle Elijah. Can't you use something else?" Jeremy pleaded, genuinely afraid. He recalled how Ty told them about how his Uncle Mason lit up his behind with just a few licks.

"It's going to hurt, but I hope you will remember this the next time you are at the Grill and you get offered drugs. You're going over my lap first," Elijah said. Jeremy had on sweatpants.

"Those sweats can come down," Elijah said waiting.

Jeremy pulled them down to his knees. Elijah frowned to see how had on his old faded boxers underneath.

"I bought you all new underwear and told you to start wearing it. These shorts you have on now are not better than rags. Off, please," Elijah said in a tone that brooked no discussion.

Jeremy's always flushed face was now flaming as Elijah stood him in front of him. Jeremy's t-shirt covered him, but he was still ashamed to have his pants around his knees. Elijah seemed irritated.

"When we tell you to do something, you are to obey, even if you do not feel like it. Do you understand me?" Elijah asked.

Jeremy nodded. Elijah turned him to the side and smacked his thighs, one on each leg hard. Whap! Whap!

"Yes, I'm sorry," Jeremy groaned. Those two smacks hurt but he was afraid to even attempt to rub.

"This room is a mess. I'm going to start checking rooms every night and apparently your underpants as well," Elijah fumed.

"Uncle Elijah, that's too embarrassing," Jeremy whined.

Elijah turned him again and smacked the center of his bottom three times.

Crack! Crack! Crack! This time Jeremy couldn't stop from throwing his hands back and trying to protect his behind.

"This is the problem. The backtalk and arguing. I am done with it. When we tell you something, no more carrying on and smarting off. Do you understand?" Elijah said pinning Jeremy's arms to his side so he couldn't rub. Jeremy was hopping a little from foot to foot trying to alleviate the sting. He realized that Elijah could swat a lot harder than he normally did. Tears started rolling down Jeremy's face.

Jeremy cried, "Yes, Uncle Elijah." He started to beg for a reprieve from the spanking and then remembered Matt was in the room. His bottom already stung so much, he wasn't sure if he cared.

Elijah turned Jeremy to glance at the state of his backside. There were several handprints where he had swatted him. He wasn't sure if he sure give Jeremy a break in the corner to cool off his bottom and spank Matt now, or just let him get it over with.

"Jeremy, your behind is already pretty red. Do you want to take a break in the corner while I spank Matt? Or just get it over with?"

Jeremy was loathe to do it, but he muttered, "Get it over with. Thanks."
Elijah sighed and said, "Okay, over." Elijah moved back on the couch to accommodate Jeremy's weight.

He took a moment to flip up Jeremy's t-shirt to reveal his entire backside. He clamped his left hand on Jeremy's back and patted his back behind with his right.

Smack!

Jeremy thought the first few spanks felt light compared to the swats he just got standing up.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Elijah was smacking his behind lightly back and forth from Jeremy's already sore cheeks. Jeremy still hissed and felt his leg jump a bit.
"Jeremy, I don't like doing this, but you know better," Elijah said bringing his hand down across both of Jeremy's cheeks at the same time for the next series of cracks.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Elijah spanked the same spot until Jeremy was wiggling and trying to launch himself off Elijah's lap. Elijah raised his left knee to gain better access to Jeremy's bottom. He brought his hand down harder all around until the boy was kicking and begging for him to stop. Jeremy had long since kicked off both his pants and boxers which freed his legs to kick.

Since he had promised him a session with the belt, Elijah had mainly left his thighs untouched.

"I'm taking off my belt now. Do not move or I will add extras," Elijah threatened as Jeremy heard the sound of the buckle jingle.

Jeremy couldn't launch his hands back because they were supporting his weight but he tried to push himself up with his knees. He heard the belt unfurl. Elijah quickly doubled it and lined the folded over portion over his target. The buckle part was in his hand.

"You're getting a whipping for doing drugs and putting your health in danger," Elijah said cracking down the belt on Jeremy's sit spot.

Whack!

"Ow..n-no! Please," Jeremy wailed kicking violently.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Elijah quickly snapped the belt down on Jeremy's white upper thighs four times in succession as he pulled him in closer to his body to hold him. Jeremy was hoarse from crying and didn't seem to realize it was over. He had two welts where the strap had overlapped. Elijah put the belt on the couch and murmured that it was over.

Elijah stood him up and quickly pulled him into a hug as the boy knelt between his legs.

"Sorry, Uncle 'lijah," Jeremy sobbed into his should as Elijah rubbed his back.
"You're forgiven. We will speak no more of it," Elijah promised.

"Okay, it hurts though," Jeremy moaned rubbing quickly.

"That's the point of a spanking. Now, I want you to switch places with Matt and put your hands on your head. I want to see your sore behind over there. If I see anymore rubbing, then you will be over my knee again," Elijah clarified.

"Yes, sir," Jeremy said watching painfully over to where Matt was standing against the wall.

"Matthew, your turn," Elijah called over simply.

"Sleep pants off, please," Elijah said plainly.

Matt had the white briefs on and took his sleep pants off.
"Since you are wearing your proper underpants, you can get your warm up over them. Good boy. Now tell me why you are getting this spanking, mister," Elijah said briefly holding him in front of him, like he did Jeremy.

"We smoked pot and tried to hide it. I'm sorry, Uncle Elijah. I don't even believe in drugs because of my sister. I'm really disappointed in myself," Matt admitted already emotional thinking of his sister.

"We can only learn from our mistakes. You're going to get a red, hot backside and be punished, then you will let go of the guilt. I don't want you torturing yourself over this, understand?" Elijah asked intensely.

Matt nodded glumly.

Elijah turned him to the side and gave him three stinging blows over his underpants.

"Ouch!" Matt winced and automatically shot his hand back.

"Matthew, do you want a bedtime spanking? Move the hand and answer me properly," Elijah cautioned raising his palm.

"No torturing *crack!* myself. I *crack* understand, sir," Matt squeeled as two more spanks reigned down on his sit spots. His bottom already felt ablaze. He also shifted his weight from foot to foot. Elijah's hand felt as hand as stone.

Matt felt himself flipped over his knee so that his hands were supporting his upper body and his legs were free to kick on the couch. Elijah pulled Matt into his body close and rubbed his right hand over Matt's underwear clad backside. Matt felt like a little boy as he stared at the beige carpet below his face. Knowing he was going to get a belting after the hand spanking made him hope that it wasn't that hard. He assumed his underpants would help a little.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

The first four cracks made Matt raise his head up in surprise as they were forceful and mighty. He tried to look back to see if Elijah had switched to a paddle, but he only heard Elijah bark at him to face forward.

The spanking quickly heated up Matt's behind even over his thin cotton underpants. He was kicking and squirming in minutes.

Then, to his shame, he heard the door open and his father come in.

"Sorry to intrude, but..."

Thirty minutes before:

Klaus had just washed out Tyler's mouth with soap. He was realizing that he needed to be a lot stricter or these incidents of cursing, fighting, and backtalk would worsen. And drugs? He wasn't really prepared to address that. When Marcel had been a teen he was worried about him dueling and staying out all night gambling and whoring.

Thinking back to those days, made him decide to deal with his long lost son first. He knocked and heard a deep, "Come in."
Marcel was sitting on the bed. He had showered and was dressed in sleep pants and a white cotton undershirt. He looked so young to Klaus that he couldn't help but smile.

"So coming in to whup my butt is funny?" Marcel sassed.

"No, but it is amusing that you look so young and innocent still. Just like you did over a hundred years ago when I came in to spank you for drinking spirits and getting into street brawls," Klaus shared.

"Klaus, I probably deserved those spankings, but this one? I've been on my own a long time. I'm sorry I got smart with you, okay. I'm worried about Rebekah. I just...don't know what to do. You know I can't stay here any longer. I got to go," Marcel pleaded.

"Marcellus, come here," Klaus said sitting on the bed and pulling Marcel closer.

"I'm here," Marcel said in a small voice.

"I will never forgive myself for what happened. If we thought there was any chance you lived, we would have returned for you. You understand that?" Klaus asked.

"Yes, of course. I just have a life now. I want to stay with you, but I can't," Marcel insisted.

"I know, Son. You are the King now. They need you, but I need to make sure you are safe until this threat blows over. You are not going anywhere until it is safe," Klaus said firmly.

"How long with that be?" Marcel said sharply.

"Unless I say, it is safe," Klaus retorted.

"That's the kind of shit that is pissing me off. You treat me like I'm still a kid. I'm not. Dammit, do you get that? Fuck, never mind. It's pointless," Marcel whined.

"Yes, it is pointless for me to argue when you are in this state of rebellion. Let's cure this with a good spanking," Klaus said capturing Marcel in his iron grib.

"No, Klaus, I don't need a spanking. I'm sorry. Maybe I went too far, I know you're just trying to help. Please, don't," Marcel begged.

"Marcel, any swats over your pants will not count. I suggest you quickly take down your pants and bare your behind before I start counting," Klaus said slipping the ping pong paddle out of his waistband.

"A paddling! Come on, Klaus, I said I'd stay. What the hell do you want from me?" Marcel yelled.

"A respectful boy who can obey and keep a civil tongue in his head not a disrespectful brat. Pants down," Klaus growled.

Marcel huffed and angrily yanked off his sleep pants and elastic boxer briefs. His face reddened as his t-shirt and socks were the only things keeping him from being totally naked. He covered his front with his hands until Klaus pulled him over his lap on the bed. Klaus had moved so all of Marcel's body lay on the bed with his smooth brown behind right over Klaus' lap.

"It's been a while since I gave you a paddling but I expect you know how to behave. No reaching back and if you try to get off my knee, you will get a bedtime spanking," Klaus reminded patting Marcel's behind with the paddle in little taps. Each one caused him to flinch a little.

Marcel didn't share with Klaus that he had adopted his discipline requiem with his own crew. If some of the younger vampires couldn't behave and had problems with authority, Marcel often used spanking to get them to toe the line. If he killed every vampire who had disobeyed him, he wouldn't have a very big crew. It rubbed Marcel the wrong way that he was back in this position again when he was now the one doing the spanking or at least ordering the punishment. He had to admit that Klaus' ways worked wonders.

"Are you ready to get your behind tended to? Relax, now are you ready?" Klaus asked again raising the paddle over Marcel's rear. Marcel felt the air breeze over his bare seat and tensed. He was really nervous as he knew that he had pushed Klaus too far.

"No! I don't-"Marcel started but stopped when the first whacks of the paddle landed on his trembling cheeks.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

"-want a spanking," Marcel finished his voice strained.

"Well, you earned a good session with this paddle over my knee so hush and think about how you can stop misbehaving and start acting like an adult," Klaus said sternly.

Klaus flicked his wrist down smartly in a random pattern all over Marcel's behind. Marcel tried to stay still and clamp his mouth shut. If the paddling didn't affect him that surely Klaus would realize that spanking no longer had an affect on him. After all, he was the King now.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Klaus continued to paddle Marcel steadily. He knew what he was doing by tensing and trying to act stoic. Klaus smiled at his stubborn little boy. An over the knee spanking never failed to contribute to a complete attitude adjustment for a week or so.

"Why are you over my knee, young man?" Klaus said not slowing the swats or lessening them at all.

"Because you are an ass. I'm a grown man," Marcel spat out.

"Oh, okay," Klaus said lifting his left knee to gain more access to Marcel's behind. He cracked the paddle down on his sit spots and inner thighs smartly. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Marcel was shifting and starting to kick against his will. He really didn't remember a spanking hurting so much all over. His behind was burning and the fire was raging. Marcel could only kick his calves as his thighs were on the bed supporting him.

Marcel had his arms folded under his chin and was trying not to reach back. He certainly didn't want another humiliating spanking tonight or tomorrow. Marcel heard himself hissing and moaning as the paddling increased in intensity. He tried to rock his behind out of the way, but Klaus just pulled him in closer to his body and continue to swat all over.

As Klaus started swatting below his butt cheeks firmly, Marcel's resolve broke. He started crying loudly and threw one hand back to protect his behind. Klaus immediately caught that hand and pinned it. Since Marcel's vampire healing was in effect, Klaus gave him another full sixty seconds of spanking while he lectured him about his attitude. Marcel's backside was red and swollen, but there were still some areas of pink.

"I love you more than my own life, Son. Please allow me the chance to make it up to you. I know you are angry, but getting smart with me and Elijah will get you right here over my knee. I think I'm going to leave this paddle in here to remind you to behave. Anytime you sass us or get smart, you will be marched in here for a few paddle swats on your bare behind," Klaus promised.

"Sorry, please stop. I won't sass you again. No more. Just stop it. It burns, please Papa, Papa, n-no more," Marcel begged as his behind wiggled and swayed as he tried desperately to move away from the small round paddle held by his father.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Klaus, hearing himself being called Papa, wondered if Marcel had learned his lesson. He put the paddle down on the comforter and brought the flat of his hand down across both of Marcel's red cheeks at the same time.

Smack!

Marcel wailed and thrashed. Klaus spanked him lightly on his sit spots for another minute until Marcel settled down.

"Tell me what you learned, Marcellus," Klaus demanded, now rubbing his bottom gently with his hand.

"No more smart attitude. You are the boss. I will leave when it is safe. And you love me. Papa, I'm sorry, too," Marcel sobbed now laying limply.
Klaus pulled his son up into a hug and stood him up in front of him again. Marcel was rubbing both cheeks as Klaus kissed his head and let him rub a moment. Marcel was hopping a bit and hissing as felt the heat in his beside.

"Okay, enough of that. You will heal fast. Now I want you to listen. Everything I do now is for you and this family. Please trust me. And I will try to listen to you better and help you with New Orleans that best that I can. Also, you and Rebekah can date, but no more hotels and secret locations okay? Any of that and you will both get a spanking in front of each other wherever I catch you. I don't care who is there," Klaus said looking into his eyes.

"Yes, Klaus. I understand. I know you care and will do the best for everyone. I'm sorry I questioned that," Marcel admitted, hugging Klaus with his bare bottom stinging and burning.

"Are you okay?" Klaus said looking concerned.

"Yeah, but am I getting another spanking for reaching back?" Marcel trembled. He couldn't take another licking right now.

"You are, but you have a few hours to heal. I'll even bring you a mug of blood before bed. But I am leaving the paddle here. I want to see it sitting on on this bedside table when I come back tonight. You are to stay in your room and think about what we talked about until I come back and get you. Now, get in bed and take a nap," Klaus said tucking in another son.

He kissed him on the head and told him he loved him.

Klaus went to Rebekah's room next. He wasn't sure if he needed to go get the paddleball paddle to use on her, or if his hand would be enough. Klaus supposed if she was misbehaving during her spanking, he could always add a few strong whacks with one of her hairbrushes.

When Klaus opened the room, it was empty. He vamped around the entire house and then burst into the boys' room to find Matt, still clad in his white briefs getting spanked soundly over Elijah's knee. Elijah looked up in surprise.

"Sorry to intrude, Brother, but Rebekah is gone! I searched everywhere. There is no sign of her!" Klaus gasped.