The Grill was pretty dead. Kol was able to leave when he noticed a lovely girl staring at him. He figured what the hell and strolled over.
"Hello, love, what's your name?" Kol asked slipping into the stoll beside her.
"Vanessa, I love your accent. Where are you from?" Vanessa purred at the handsome vampire.
"Oh, all over really. I guess this is my home now. What about you?" Kol asked checking out the blue-eyed, brunette beauty.
"Oh, I just got a job at the high school teaching. Are you a student there?" she asked. Damn, he thought, she looked so young.
"Well, I guess if my brothers have their way. I prefer to be ah, home schooled as they call it here," Kol grimaced. So much for romance.
"You seem very mature, though. How old are you?" Vanessa inquired.
"17, almost 18, so pretty much an adult," Kol quipped wondering if he could just compel her. It had been a while since he had met with a lady friend. Tyler had showed him how to access the dirty movies on the telly, but he liked the real thing.
"Well, it's been nice meeting you. I don't know your name-," Vanessa said holding out her hand.
"Kol. Kol Mikaelson," Kol almost shrieked when he went to shake her hand. Somehow he managed not to react to the vervain that coated her hands.
"I guess maybe I will see you at the high school if you decide to go in the fall," Vanessa smiled and left .
Kol couldn't stop from wiping his hand on his jeans.
His vampire sensed another vampire nearby. He turned to see Damon Salavatore in a black leather jacket, though it was summer.
"And that is what you call a hunter, a hot one, but a hunter," Damon said gulping down the last of his bourbon.
It was 11 am.
Marcus stopped up to his old room ready to fight anyone who stood in his way. The corner? He was the King of New Orleans. His guys needed him. The Regent was dead. Mikael and Ester weren't interested in him. Sure, maybe they could use him to get to Klaus...Oh, he hadn't really thought if it that way, but did that give Elijah the right to blow him off?
It hurt to remember how different Elijah used to be with him. Teaching him, guiding him, supporting him...then, Klaus got jealous and Elijah backed up. Those two were toxic together.
He threw open the door. Shit, was that damn paddle still in here somewhere? Klaus had put it on the dresser and then- with his vampire senses, he heard someone coming. Marcel vamped to the corner and put his nose in it and his hands on his head.
Marcel heard the door open and shut. From the footsteps, he knew it was Klaus. He heard a drawer opening and shutting. Marcel shifted from foot to foot nervously. He had something else being placed on the dresser. He heard the bed creak. What was Klaus doing torturing him? Just as Marcel was able to complain, he heard Klaus speak.
"Marcellus, come out of the corner so we can talk?" Klaus directed.
Marcel looked at him to see if he looked angry, but he didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Klaus, sorry about the wall. Elijah was really pissing me off. I'll pay for it. It's really not my fault though, if you would have heard him," Marcel entreated.
"Oh, yes, you will pay for it. But I wonder what you would do if one of 'your guys' disrespected another of your lieutenants and damaged say, the compound. Would you kill him? Maim him? Throw him in the Mississippi? What would the punishment be?" Klaus asked lightly.
"I guess it depended on the circumstances. Like why did he do it, was he justified, and all that," Marcel deflected.
"Let's say he was acting like a spoiled brat throwing a temper tantrum, would you discipline him? Or just give him a pass?"
"Yes, Klaus, I would discipline him," Marcel maintained.
"How?"
"Again, it depends on the crime. Okay, Klaus, look, maybe I did take a page from your book and get a little parental with some of the younger vampires. You're right. A sore butt sometimes works better than a stern word or a severed head. Do you want me to admit I deserve a spanking right now? Is that what this is about?" Marcel challenged.
"Do you, Marcellus? I hear that you and my sister want to go off and live in New Orleans yet you both behave abominably when you don't get your way or have the slightest frustration. Does that give me confidence that you could avoid falling into one of Mikael or Ester's snares to get to me?" Klaus said pacing.
"No, I get it. They could get to you through us. I want to stay but there is nothing for me to do here. I'm floundering, man. Kol and Rebekah look young enough for high school. I don't. What am I going to do?" Marcel cried out.
"First of all, I don't think you look too old for high school, but what if we got you a job there. Hell, Son, you could be the principal if you wanted to. Just stay. Stay and I will make it worth your while. I'll teach you the family business, the real estate, the trading, the off shore accounts, everything. Please, I'm begging you, stay," Klaus said opening his arms.
Marcel came to his father and let himself be hugged. Klaus tapped his behind and said, "Your uncle is very upset with you. After I wear out the paddle on your rear end, you are going to find him and apologize. Then, I think the two of you, need to sit and have a long talk."
"Sit? I'll apologize, but not sure you will leave me able to sit," Marcel hinted.
"And there is a new salve that will allow me to shorten your spanking a good deal," Klaus started, pulling out the salve.
"What's the catch?" Marcel wondered.
"It will slow down your healing so this lesson sinks in a bit more," Klaus said slowly.
"Freya?"
"Yes, she's quite talented with herbs, is she not?" Klaus smiled motioning to Marcel to take off his trousers. With his poor behavior today, Marcel didn't even bother to ask to keep up his pants. He supposed getting his bottom bared was part of the punishment.
Marcel stripped to his boxers and waited a second. He wasn't eager to get bare-assed. Klaus grabbed the round paddle from the dresser that he had promised Marcel would help inspire him to behave. Marcel was grateful that this room was vacant and Rebekah wasn't witnessing him get put over his father's knee for smart mouthing his uncle and wanting to run away from home. Again.
"Bare your naughty behind so I can do the salve," Klaus instructed his son.
Marcel just took off his boxers and folded them on a chair. He positioned himself over Klaus's lap on the bed, stretching out awkwardly. No matter how many spankings he got, he always felt nervous. It never got easy, maybe it got harder. Marcel cursed himself for his display of temper today.
Klaus handed him a pillow to clutch and flipped up Marcel's shirt tail to see his entire backside.
"Here we go," Klaus murmured smoothing the cool gel over the area he would soon heat up. He made sure to coat Marcel's thighs and then rubbed it in throughly. Klaus patted Marcel's behind.
"Feel anything?" Klaus asked patting a little firmer.
"It just feel cool so far. Klaus, I-" Marcel never finished his sentence.
Smack! Smack! Smack! SMACK! SMACK!
Klaus brought his hand down on both of Marcel's unblemished cheeks hard. The swats took away Marcel's breathe and were firm enough to push him further up on Klaus' lap.
"Every time I think of going easy on you, I'm going to think of Elijah's face after you disrespected him like that. I've rarely seen him so hurt," Klaus admitted.
WhaP! WHAP! SPANK! SPANK!
Klaus was now swatting from the center of one cheek to the next. For over a minute, he spanked the exact same spots until Marcel was kicking and trying to fly off his lap. Marcel had tears dripping down his face, but wasn't crying aloud.
"If the boys saw you punch that wall, I assure you, they were be here now watching you take a good spanking on your smarting little bottom," Klaus lectured now dropping down to Marcel's sit spots.
Klaus was in rare form with the lecturing, Marcel could tell that hurting Elijah wounded Klaus terribly, too. Marcel clamped his mouth shut determined not to make a sound.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Marcel tried to escape the tremendous cracks by rocking from side to side. This was impossible as Klaus had locked down his movement with his left arm.
"No, K-Klaus, P-papa, please stop the spanking. I c-can't breathe. I can't t-take it anymore," Marcel said throwing to throw his right hand back. Klaus stopped and said, "Put your hands behind your back."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Now," Klaus demanded spanking harder.
Marcel obeyed and started crying, begging for the painful swats to stop.
"Please P-papa, I can't take a paddling," Marcel wailed.
Klaus stopped and examined Marcel's rear. It was red from the crest of his behind to the tops of his thighs. Klaus knew he could and would take a paddling before this was over.
"I warned you that any attitude, sass, or misbehaving was going to get you paddled again didn't I? Hmm. Would your guys respect you if you made empty threats? When I promise you a spanking and you disobey, isn't it my job to follow through?" Klaus asked tapping the tops of Marcel's thighs with his hand. Marcel groaned when he felt Klaus lean to grab the former wooden toy, not an instrument of discipline.
Marcel's cheeks were trembling in anticipation of the first pop of the paddle. Klaus lined up the paddle and brought it down on the center of his stinging behind.
Swat!
"No!"
Marcel's legs began to kick and Klaus had both of his hands pinned behind him. Pop! POP! Pop! POP!
Klaus paddled in a random pattern for two solid minutes. He was smacking lightly as he knew the reverse healing cream was slowing down Marcel's vampire abilities.
"I'm sorry for sassing Elijah, p-please, P-papa, stoppppp," Marcel wailed pitifully.
Marcel was kicking and thrashing the whole time. When he finally seemed to wear himself out, Klaus released his hands.
"You hands say in front or after Elijah talked to you, you will sit on your sore behind after and write 'I will behave myself while I'm getting a good paddling that I richly deserve.'" Klaus smiled to himself as assigning lines was more Elijah's forte, not his. That sounded like some of the silly punishment lines that he had handed out in the past, mostly to Kol, who really hated writing them.
"O-okay," Marcel cried.
"Your spanking is almost over, young man. But I want to see a marked changed in attitude when dealing with your uncle and your new responsibilities here. No more holing up in the bedroom all day or this will become your room again? Understand?" Klaus asked continuing to paddle Marcel firmly.
When Marcel lay spent and exhausted, his red bottom shiny and swollen, Klaus gave him one more hard swat that caused his whole body to jerk and stopped. Klaus put the paddle down and scooped Marcel into his arms like he always did. Marcel howled when his bottom brushed against Klaus's lap. Klaus carefully moved his aching behind to a more comfortable position. Marcel's hands were glued firmly to his behind as he continued to sob. Without his vampire healing, the burning sting was unbearable.
"Shh, let it on, dear. I love you so much," Klaus said kissing him and rubbing his back.
"Sorry, P-p-papa," Marcel cried. Klaus wiped off Marcel's face and rocked him like he like we he was young and got injured or was sick or upset.
"Your uncle loves you, too. I know the problems between you two are my fault. I loved you too much. I didn't want to share your affections when you were a child. I hope I have changed and that you and Elijah can, too," Klaus hummed and Marcel became drowsy.
"Come, let's get you dressed and see Elijah. He's probably going to make you fix that wall with him, if he hasn't already done it," Klaus said starting to stand Marcel up.
"Am I going to get another spanking from him?" Marcel asked trembling.
"Oh, dear, I don't know. If you decides you need another spanking, that that is between you and him," Klaus said helping Marcel put on his boxers. The elastic band scratched his stinging cheeks and he stomped his feet in agony.
"Pants, next," Klaus said.
"I can't. It hurts too much," Marcel whined.
"What would hurt is getting another swat with the paddle on an already spanked behind," Klaus smiled.
"Fine," Marcel said pulling on his snug pants and hissing when the fabric clung to his seat. He took a deep breath and buttoned them.
Klaus put the paddle and salve in the dresser and walked out arm in arm with his eldest son.
Freya examined all the plants in the gardens again. Aside from the vervain and the wolfsbane, nothing was out of the ordinary.
"Freya, look! There's a bunny," Marie said, laughing and clapping her hands.
"I think you scared it away, child," Freya smiled. She was having trouble not seeing Marie as the one who killed her brother, Finn. That moment kept replaying in her mind, the fire, Finn helping, and even Mother trying to protect her. Dahlia's words chilled him. To bring back the dead was the most forbidden spell a witch could do. There was a balance to all nature, so to bring back a life, took a life. Would she have to kill someone to save her brother? Like Marie/Delphine, would that other soul still be in the body? What if she could bring back Finn, but in his own body? She needed time and a coven.
"Freya, can we have ice cream?" Marie asked.
"Sure, Marie. Like I told you before, after your dinner. Now, you can go in and play until lunch is ready," Freya said. She had to admit the girl was getting better now that she knew they wouldn't put up with her burning the place down. The magic blocking tea was still working, but Freya wondered if the effects would lesson in time.
"Marie, tell ya what, if you can be good until lunch, you can have your ice cream right away. Just don't tell Uncle Elijah."
"Okay," Marie said running off.
"There you are," Kol said looking nervous.
"I thought you went to impress all the ladies at the Grill?" Freya asked tossing down the vervain.
"Well, I met a hot one and it turns out that she is a hunter. She's also a teacher at the high school," Kol explained.
"Oh, you can't date a teacher if you attend as a students, plus, if she's also trying to kill you all the time...no a great start to a romance," Freya said walking back to the mansion.
"What's up with that?" Kol said noticing the patch of vervain.
"So that was there, as well as wolfsbane. I don't know if hunted mass spread some kind of seeded or what, but this isn't a great sign. How did you know this hot teacher is a hunter?" Freya said not exactly sure what hunters did, but she guess it wasn't good.
"Damon Salvatore told me. He's a local vampire. His brother Stefan dates Jeremy's sister, Elena. He also happens to be on the town council," Kol said opening the door for her.
"Thank you, Brother," Freya said.
"Are Nik and Elijah around?" Kol said looking around.
"Oh, um, Marcel got into a little bit of trouble so he's ah, with Klaus. Also, ignore the giant hole. Rebekah is in her room. I think Elijah already, you know, had his chat with her, as you saw this morning. I think the boys got scared into good behavior because they have been studying or something all day upstairs, aside from raiding the refrigerator," Freya informed him.
"A hole in the wall, huh? I did that a few times and I'll tell ya, not worth the lashing," Kol laughed.
"Lashing?" Freya said alarmed.
"No, not really a lashing, more of a humiliating trip over someone's knee with my drawers down. The only one who ever gave us a real lashing was Mikael," Kol said starting off into space.
"Was he really that bad, Kol. The father that I remember was my hero. Full of fun and-," Freya mused.
"Fun? Love, the things Mikael did to Nik..., to all of us, they haunt us. There were times he almost beat him to death. He beat all of us, but he hated Nik. Always raging about him being weak and...I"m sorry. I guess ya had to be there, but be glad that you weren't," Kol said grabbing her hand.
"Kol, Dahlia didn't try to beat or kill my body, but she killed my soul. She made me her slave, her puppet. She haunts me still. Dahlia didn't just want to use my magical power, she wanted all of it. I won't feel safe until she's dead or trapped," Freya admitted.
"We feel the same way about Mikael," Kol said sadly.
Freya nodded, "So what's the plan with these hunters?"
"Damon told me another teacher Alaric is in with the hunters, but will help us vamps and wolves. There are at least four more students or hunters at the school, maybe maybe. I guess the townsfolk start training their offspring as hunters when they enter. The bloody Mystic Fall high is a hunter training ground! I feel like to learn more, we're going to have to infiltrate the school. Go team!," Kol said letting go of her hand.