Klaus left the boys and went down to the main kitchen to get some blood for himself to drink. He returned his handy paddle to the drawer and hoped it would stay untouched for a while, though he wasn't overly confident that would happen. Klaus also thought the boys might need a few minutes to talk privately.

Matt was lying on his stomach to keep pressure off his sore behind. He turned his head to look at Jeremy and Tyler.

"Are you guys sure you don't mind sleeping in here tonight? I wanted to talk to you. I mean it's not weird or anything is it?" Matt said sheepishly.

"Um, three or four guys sleeping in the same bed. Yeah, it's weird but no one needs to know," Jeremy said getting in the bed next to Matt.

"Honestly, I'm happy to sleep here tonight," Tyler admitted also getting under the covers.

The other two looked at him surprised. If the football team heard him, he'd never hear the end of it.

"I've been having some pretty nasty dreams. Like about my dad and hunters. I just-, never mind, man. What did you want to talk about?" Tyler asked.

"I guess I just wanted to say that I was sorry for being such a dick lately. Jeremy, about yesterday, the cable thing...I shouldn't have tried to get you in trouble. Also, I'm sorry for trying to bribe you both to do my homework. I was dumb to go out when I was grounded. That isn't cool," Matt said staring forward at the pillow in front of him.

"Matt, they were going to find out anyway about the porn. And you know, we are here to help with academic shit if you need it, okay? Just don't worry about it. We're here for you. It looks like you learned your lesson since you can't seem to flip over," Jeremy smiled.

Tyler advocated, "We could give you a few swats on that burnin' ass of yours if that helps your guilt go away."
"Do not touch my ass, please. I seriously feel like it could fry an egg right now it's so hot. That paddle stings like little bees or something," Matt admitted.

Jeremy patted Matt's back, "Don't worry, man. I won't let him smack you. I'll just tell Dad that it was really Tyler who ran up the porn bill!"
Tyler punched him, "You promised you wouldn't tell. I know you watched that last movie I rented, too. Do not lie, dude."
"Fine, I watched one and it was...interesting," Jeremy blushed.

"Getting tired, boys?" Klaus said with his mug of blood in hand.

"Yeah, Dad. We were just asking if Matt wanted us to tutor him in math tomorrow. You know, I got an A in algebra last year. I have a lot I can teach him," Tyler effused.

"I'm sure that would do wonders for his test scores and his sore behind. I think it is a splendid idea! Now shut your eyes and go to bed, it's been a long few days," Klaus said finishing his blood and getting in the bed beside Tyler. He put his arm on his pillow and stroked his hair.

Klaus waited until Jeremy and Matt were asleep before asking, "You have been having wolf dreams, haven't you?"
"How did you know?" Tyler asked amazed.

"I've been having them, too," Klaus admitted

"Marcel, Mikael is still out there. Now, my mother and Dahlia, it is not safe. If we don't help Dahlia bring back Finn, she said all of our first borns will be hers. I mean, what if, someday?" Rebekah looked at him hopefully.

Marcel had grabbed her and said, "Rebekah Mikaelson, are you saying you want to have a baby with me."

"Yes, you fool, but someday in the future. Not now. I just can't let you go again and you know Klaus,-" Rebekah started.

"I know, I know. He won't let us go. I understand that the boys have family here and that is important, but in a couple of years, I don't see why we all can't move back to New Orleans? Think about it. We would only be separated for a couple of more years and then we'd all be together again," Marcel said kissing her softly.

"Marcel, you were born in New Orleans. But remember, we were born here. Well, Freya was born in the old country, but this is our home just as much as New Orleans," Rebekah reminded him.

"I do forget that. I guess I just miss it sometimes. There is nothing for me to do here except..." Marcel said pulling her back down into the bed.

The new morning, Rebekah got out of bed before Marcel. They had been fighting a lot. Now that the Regent was dead, he thought it possibly time for him to return to New Orleans. He wasn't sure that his guys could handle the pressure. There was some beef with the Crescent Wolves brewing in the bayou and he felt like he was needed. She was torn.

Rebekeh found Freya and Marie in the kitchen.

"Hi Marie, how did you sleep? Freya, are you fully healed?" she blurted, pouring herself coffee.

"I'm a little stiff, but better thanks to you. Marie here was just telling me a bit about her life in the Garden District," Freya said raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, what did you do for fun there?" Rebekah asked. Freya was behind her shaking her head.

"I liked to catch things on fire with my fire and I used to be able to lift things. I can't do it now. I'm not sure why," Marie said sadly.

Rebekah's eyes widened. Was this Delphine again? Witches be crazy.

"Oh, that's nice, dear. Did your grandmother allow you to practice witch craft in the house? I thought that was frowned upon," Rebekah asked politely as Freya busied herself cooking eggs.

"I wasn't allowed to, but I did anyway. Sometimes I was a bad girl," Marie snickered. Rebekah saw she was dressed in normal kid clothes today: shorts and a t-shirt.

"Well, I hope you are not a bad girl here. That could get you in quite a lot of trouble," Rebekah warned.

"I already got a spanking yesterday," Marie pouted. Rebekah thought, get used to it kid.

"Let me guess, grumpy Uncle Elijah?" Rebekah smirked as Elijah walked up behind them in his pristine navy suit.

"Hopefully, everyone will behave today and I can give my hand a rest," Elijah said, accepting a mug of coffee from Freya with thanks.

"Marcel is talking about leaving away," Rebekah said bluntly to Elijah.

"Oh no, it's not safe yet," Elijah scoffed. His first thoughts went to Klaus' reaction.

"Is it? Is that really it? Or does Klaus just want to keep us here? Like prisoners?" Rebekah snapped.

Freya picked up on the tension and asked Marie to come with her to cut herbs from the garden.

"Come, Marie, we'll eat in a minute. Help me cut some basil and tarragon," Freya beseeched.

Marie crossed her arms and said, "No"

Freya plucked a wooden spoon from the utensil jar and swiftly whacked it against Marie's upper thigh.

"Ouch. Okay, jeez," Marie said rubbing the sore spot and moving quickly to follow Freya who left the spoon out on the counter.

Elijah didn't seem to notice them leave. He was flabbergasted that Marcel would try to leave just days after an attack.

"Young lady, you watch your tone. You know that we were JUST attacked and our brother turned to dust. We are in danger and Klaus helps keeps us safe. Do you understand what I am saying, Rebekah?" Elijah said more gently, patting her forearm.

"What I understand is that I am treated like a god damn child and I'm tired of it. If Marcel goes back to New Orleans, I am going with him and neither of you can stop me," Rebekah shouted.

Elijah's hand snaked out and grabbed her upper arm. He reached over the counter and grabbed the wooden spoon that Freya had just swatted Marie with. Swat!

He landed it on Rebekah's right cheek.

"You just reminded me that you are long overdo a spanking for the night you got kidnapped," Elijah chastised.

Whack! He swatted her left cheek.

"No, Elijah, where are you taking me? I'm still in my pajamas. I'm an Original vampire, too. I'm too old to be spanked," Rebekah squealed as she was dragged across the floor.

Kol was coming downstairs and stopped to stare at the drama unfolding in front of him. Elijah was smacking her with the spoon every few seconds as she tried to dance to avoid it.

"Brother, help me! He's going to spank me for no reason," she hissed, trying to pry her arm away from his iron grip.

"Kol, if you interfere, you will also find yourself in a corner here soon," Elijah thundered.

Kol wisely decided to stay out of it and keep walking into the kitchen.

"I'm not interfering in anything, Elijah," Kol called.

Freya came back in looking concerned.

"What's wrong, love?" Kol asked looking at the purple herbs in her hands.

"There's a wild growth of not only vervain, but wolfsbane, in my herb garden," Freya answered.

"Nasty stuff," Kol confirmed.

"Yes, but..." Freya drifted.

"I never planted it. I have no idea how it got there," Freya said looking at him in puzzlement.

Marie was stomping her feet.

"I went outside with you, now feed me. I told you I don't eat eggs. I eat cereal in the morning," Marie stomped.

"Where's that wooden spoon that was right here?" Freya groused about to bent Marie over the counter and give her another swat or two.

Kol just pointed toward the direction Elijah was pulling Bex. Today seemed like a good day to hang out at the Grill. Bonnie was leaving his texts on read, but there were other ladies in Mystic Falls. Kol had heard Matt and Tyler mention a 'Caroline', he sure would like to met her. Better than staying around here where tensions seemed to be rising.

Elijah marched Rebekah into the small book-lined office off of the dining room. It was wood paneled and had a small fireplace. He was thinking of asking Klaus if he could take this office and someone else could use the study upstairs. The old world charm of this room reminded him of his study in the plantation house in New Orleans where he used to write in his journals. If only he had time for that now.

"Rebekah, I'm going to set the spoon down and ask you to talk to me calmly. Can you do that?" Elijah said letting go of her.

Rebekah nodded and she continued to rub the back of her thighs were most of the whacks had landed. In truth, they were healing quickly, but she didn't want Elijah to know that. She felt silly in her light pink cotton pajamas when Elijah was in his dark expensive suit.

Elijah leaned again the desk.

"You cannot seriously think you are going to spank me because I got bloody kidnapped! Plus, that was weeks ago," Rebekah sassed.

"First of all, your rude attitude is making me think I didn't swat you hard enough with that spoon. Second of all, you were told to stay in your room. Niklaus was prepared to talk to you about a few things, and yes by talk I mean take the paddle to your hind end. You've been overspending, sneaking off, not to mention the disrespect... Anything you want to add?" Elijah encouraged.

"You found my bag of lingerie the night I got lured to the cave by Mother. Yes, I went out to my car to get it. I shouldn't have gone outside, but been waiting in my room like a good little girl waiting for her spanking," Rebekah mimicked in a high voice.

"I think you are trying to get me to lose my temper," Elijah declared.

"Is it working?," Rebekah asked with mock innocence, "I'm not a kid."
"You are going to stand in the corner until I can calm down and you can settle down," Elijah led her own to the only open open and gently pushed her in. He then surprised her by yanking down her pj pants to reveal another thong. He left the pants at her ankles. Then, changed his mind and had her step out of them.

He grabbed the wooden spoon spanked her sit spots each twice.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

Rebekah shifted and tried to move.

Elijah put the spoon in her hands said, "Hold this behind your back. It is going to be applied to your behind soon. How much? You will decide by your attitude when I get back."

Since Klaus had been the one who was going to administer Rebekah's punishment from before, Elijah wanted to talk to him before spanking her. He was disappointed in himself for dragging her kicking and screaming into the study. He was glad none of the boys were up to see that. Elijah was pretty sure they didn't know that Kol, Rebekah, and Marcel were also subject to the occasional bottom warming. He wanted to keep it that way.

"Elijah, have you seen Rebekah?" Marcel called to him from above the stairs.

"Yes, Marcellus, I'm speaking to her right now. You will have to wait your turn," Elijah dismissed him. He knew how protective Marcel could be about Rebekah and he hated when she got punished in anyway.

"Elijah, man, why you got to be like that?" Marcel demanded.

"Like what, young man?" Elijah said stopping and looking back at him.

"I don't know. Dismissive, rude, condescending? What are you hiding? Is Rebekah in trouble?" Marcel snarled.

"Marcel, let's have this conversation later. Right now, I need to have a word with your father," Elijah said firmly.

"Goddammit, you can go to hell! I know you are hiding something," Marcel said.

"Marcellus, you can go march yourself back up to your quarters and find a corner. I have had it up to here with the backtalk and disrespect. If you must know, I am about to have that same talk with my little sister. Now, march," Elijah said, as he turned him to land a hard smack on the center of his behind. Marcel tried to struggle but Elijah was much stronger.

Klaus boomed, "Marcellus, I heard your uncle tell you to go to your room. If he has to repeat himself, you will not like the consequences."
Marcel growl and punched a giant hole in the wall. He vamped in the direction of his room.

"Pick your battles, Brother? I thought that's what your parenting book said," Klaus mused looking at the hole his angry son left in his wall.

"I think I need a new book. The children are all getting out of hand. Speaking of, I have Rebekah in the corner of the downstairs study. She told me that she can go off with Marcel back to New Orleans and that she can do what she wants. Her attitude was atrocious," Elijah sighed.

Klaus scrubbed his face with his hand, "Must be catching. They are talking about leaving again, aren't they? I would allow if they could behave like adults for solid one week, instead of like toddlers. That little tantrum my son pulled will not go unanswered. How about you thrash Rebekah and I will give Marcel the spanking he so richly deserves?"

Elijah stopped by the kitchen to talk to Freya.

"I'm sorry about that. She and Marcel want to take off and go back to New Orleans. I think they are fighting and it makes both of them cranky. I hope you don't mind me borrowing your spoon. It seemed to come in handy with Marie," Elijah admitted.

"She's a real pill, Elijah. I'm going to work with her downstairs today. I've already swatted her twice, put her in time out, and threatened to take away her doll. She just can't seem to behave for longer than five minutes. I was going to try to reward her if she does well with the magic. Do you think that would work?" Freya inquired.

"Rewards?" Elijah mused. "Can't hurt to try, right? Excuse me, but I promised Rebekah that we were going to have our little chat soon. She doesn't like to be kept waiting."
"Brother," Freya called.

"Yes?"

"Maybe this would work better than the spoon? I found it in the drawer."
Freya handed him a rectangle cutting board with a short handle.

"Indeed, Sister, indeed."

"And here's a jar of the slow healing salve. Don't share this with Rebekah, but I think a good spanking will do her some good," Freya confessed as she tossed the jar to Elijah.

"Share some of this with Nik, please. Marcel is also in need of that salve," Elijah said smiling.

Rebekah was fuming. She was angry at everyone and everything.

She hated the corner. She hated having her pants pulled down and holding this stupid spoon. She was torn besides dreading the spanking she knew she was facing and wanting to get it over with. Getting in trouble this early though meant that if her behavior was less than perfect the rest of the day, she was more likely to get her bum smacked again before bed. If she and Marcel could just run away, they wouldn't have to worry about getting punished and they could just do whatever. Maybe it was time.

"Have you settled down, young lady?" Elijah started.

"No, Elijah, I'm very angry. Sorry, but I just can't help it," Rebekah answered honestly.

"Can you come here a second?" Elijah asked. He sat down on the couch, put the cutting board down, and opened his arms. Rebekah did not hesitate to fly into his arms and return the hug. She was still awkwardly holding the spoon and without her pj bottoms.

"I love you so much. It breaks my heard to think of losing you. There will be a time when you and Marcel can go off and do what you want. Now is not that time, okay?" Elijah said rubbing her back.

"I don't want to leave my family, but I don't want him to leave again," Rebekah said.

"I know. Don't worry. It will work out. Until then, you two need to stay here and show all of us that you can behave like adults. When I went up to talk to Niklaus, Marcel got angry me and punched a hole in the wall. The temper tantrums make you both seem not really to be out there on your own," Elijah cautioned.

"Is Nik...going to..." she couldn't bring herself to ask.

"Yes, maybe as we speak. Sister, I'm sorry for losing my temper with you. You are too old to be thrashed across the house like that. I don't want the boys seeing that and asking questions about things that don't concern them. Forgive me?" Elijah fretted.

"Of course, but does that mean you're not going to spank me with that thing?"

"Sorry, you earned a few firm swats with it. Can we agree on five swats with this paddle? It would be a lot more but we're trying something new," Elijah added.

"Oh no, what?" Rebekah asked, still being cradled in his arms.

"Since we were afraid that vampire fast healing was curtailing all of you learning your lessons, we're going to try some creams that will protect your behind, but slow your healing a little," Elijah explained.

"Elijah, no! That sounds awful," Rebekah cried.

"Yes, but think of it this way, less spanking and more effects. So you will get a shorter spanking but your bottom will be sore for a little longer. That should help your behavior a great deal..Come on, it's time," Elijah said tipping Rebekah over his right knee quickly.

Her hands slammed into the floor. Elijah started smoothing the slow healing cream over her behind down to her thighs. He pinned his right leg over her legs and decided there was no use talking anymore.

Her bottom was shiny with the cream, but still an alabaster ivory color.

Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

An even pink was forming and a slow fire was starting to form.

Elijah cracked his hand down in a random pattern. He was swatting her quickly, wanting to finish the warm up.

"Elijah, it's still starting to sting! That cream. It works," Rebekah said trying to shift and kick but being blocked by his leg. She also could not move her hands since they were supporting her. Elijah spanked until her whole behind was red and his hand was numb and then aching.

Rebekah's begging for the spanking to stop turned into sobs and heavy breaths by the time he paused. To gain more access to her bare behind, he unlocked his leg and put them over both of his knees. The skimpy thong she wore protected her modesty, but provided no protection against the sting of his hand.

"'Lijah, g-god, s-s-s-topppp, I can't take it. Pleasee," Rebekah was barely making sense.

"You can take more. You still have a paddling coming. We already talked about your misbehaviors, but I want to hear some apologies. Are you ready?" Elijah leaned to pick up the heavy cutting board. He rubbed it across her sore burning cheeks. Elijah placed his left hand on her lower back and raised the paddle.

Pop!

"I'm sorry! S-sorry. Stop please!" Rebekah screamed in panic. She felt like she couldn't take more.

The makeshift paddle landed on both of Rebekah's cheeks hard. Her legs were now free to kick and she did wildly.

Pop!

"Ahhhh. I'm so sorry for b-being a b-brat. Don't s-s-spank me!"

Elijah gave her a minute to breath between cracks of the paddle. With her slowed healing, he could tell this really was getting through to her.

Crack! Elijah lowered the swats and Rebekah almost kicked off his lap.

"NO!"

Smack!

"OWWWWW" Rebekah was just wailing and writhing.

This swat seemed to propel her higher up on his lap as he had to tighten his left arm to pull her in tighter.

Pop!

With this last swat of the paddle Rebekah seemed to deflate and stop fighting.

Some areas of her backside were almost white and the other dark red and pink. Her thighs were mostly untouched but her aimed to change that now.

"What did you learn, young lady?" Whap! Whap! WHap!

Elijah spanked her thighs with his hand. She started kicking and pounding his leg with her fist.

"To be respectful, that the cream h-hurts, don't y-yell at you," Rebekah sobbed.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

"What is going to happened the next time you get a bad attitude?"
Smack! Smack! Smack!

"I get a s-spanking!"

Elijah rubbed her bottom for a few minutes.

"I love you, Rebekah. Always and..."
"F-F-Forever."

He cuddled her to him for a long time and then redressed her. He made sure the coast was clear to her room because he called her to come up. The room was empty so he guessed that Niklaus had Marcel in his bedroom.