M/m, paddle
Marcel couldn't sleep. He went to the balcony and stared down at the tourists and musicians in the street below. He felt Rebekah come up behind him, and quote, "'And in the calmest and most stillest night, with all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king! Then happy low, lie down! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.'"
"If you're sayin' maybe we shoulda stayed in Mystic Falls, I'm not arguing with you," Marcel replied taking her hand.
"Here, have an apple. The old plantation house is lousy with them. I went to check on the house and get some of my old things. Come on," Rebekah said tossing the round, red fruit at him.
"Nah, reminds me of when I couldn't even touch one of them apples, even the rotten ones, without getting my ass beat," Marcel remembering his human life as a slave on his father's plantation.
"Marcel, what can I do to help? Want me to maim some witches? I'm happy to rouse the cauldron single-handedly," Rebekah promised. She hated to see Marcel in this state. He was overwhelmed was the mess the factions were in.
"It's this Harvest ritual, they really think it's okay to slit four little girls' throats for more power. Witches! Honestly, Rebekah, I think we could save those kids, even if their own people won't," Marcel thundered pounding the mental railing.
"Then, we'll save them. You know how I saved the Casket Girls in 1751 right before they were heading to said Governor's mansion? It was worth it then, it will be worth it now. Let me help you," Rebekah insisted.
The next day:
Matt had texted Tyler a couple of times already with no response. He was starting to get worried. It was after dinner, Jenna was at something for one of her classes. They had all just had leftovers on their own. Matt guessed he had grown used to the family meals they always had at the mansion. Elena was never around, but constantly with with Stefan or at the Salvatore Boarding House. Damon also came back a lot which her, which Matt thought was odd. Was something going on between Damon and Elena? It wasn't Matt's business anymore, but he found it strange.
Matt went by Jeremy's room to see if he had heard from Tyler, or talked to him. Jeremy's room was empty. Matt padded downstairs in his bare feet. Alaric had fallen asleep on the couch reading some history book that looked old and boring. Jeez, the guy was a little young to be sleeping at 8pm. Sad.
Matt heard a thud from the basement. He opened the door and called, "Jer? Dude, are you down there?"
There was no answer, but then he had a thwack and a muffled cry.
"Alaric! Wake up. Someone's in the basement," Matt shook Alaric awake.
"What? Okay, hold on," Alaric got up and got a baseball bat from the umbrella stand. He indicated for Matt to stay in the living room. Hell, no. Matt wasn't going to let him get killed alone. He turned back and mouthed, "Stay!"
Alaric turned on the basement light and yelled, "What's going on down there?"
"Ric! Help!" a voice called out muffled.
"Damon? Is that you?" Alaric asked, hurrying around.
"Jeremy Gilbert, what the hell are you doing?" Alaric shouted as he saw Jeremy pointing his crossbow at Damon, who was already shot with several special vervain bolts. Damon had been netted with a vervain soaked net and then Jeremy tied a muffled around his head. The vervain was sizzling as it burned Damon.
"Ric, if you don't kill this kid, I will!" Damon moaned with his teeth clenched shut to avoid gasping. He started to heal as soon as the bolts and netting was removed.
"Jesus, Jer, what are you doing?" Matt screamed surveying the scene.
"Matthew, you were told to stay upstairs," Alaric scolded.
"Ric, if I didn't know better, I would say the inmates are taking over the asylum here. I think you better have a talk with your boys here before someone RIPS THEIR HEAD'S OFF!" Damon shouted moving towards Jeremy.
"You were in my house!" Jeremy retorted.
"Your sister asked me to get something and bring it back to her. I texted Jenna and Ric that I was coming. I knocked, no one answered...I got the item and...," Damon replied restraining himself.
"What was it?" Jeremy smirked.
"None of your damn business! Ric, please kill him for me. If I do it, I get the Hunter's Curse..." Damon entreated.
"Jeremy, what I want to know is how you got into my vampire hunting supplies when they were under lock and key?" Alaric glared looking down at the boy.
"Ah, I can explain...' Jeremy promised, but saying nothing.
"Oh you will," Alaric said glancing at his watch. "Damon, I'll see that these boys are punished. I'll like to do it before Jenna gets home if you catch my drift," Alaric appealed.
"I didn't do anything! This isn't fair," Matt wailed.
"I'll expect your apology soon in person, Little Gilbert. You can come by tomorrow to the boardinghouse," Damon said pulling another bolt from his thigh.
"He will, Damon. Sorry, I fell asleep," Alaric promised.
"No, I won't. He's a goddamn vampire!" Jeremy yelled.
Alaric reached out and popped Jeremy on the bottom hard after grabbing his arm to turn him to the side.
"I'm not five, for fuck's sake. I'm a hunter," Jeremy whined.
"Bye Damon. Sorry. Boys, go to your rooms. Now!" Alaric said as he quickly locked up his weapons and put the key in his pocket.
Damon smiled and waved bye, "Bye, bro. Don't go easy on the hunter! He doesn't play well with others."
Freya hugged Tyler hard when she saw him. He could tell that she was tired and drained.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. You look tired," Tyler said as they ate. He always got pad thai and green curry.
"Hon, it worked out, I guess. I started to do a locator spell and then Finn started having a fit. Henrik is still so weak. I'm just getting a little frazzled. We didn't know where you were, if hunters got you or... But the talisman worked?" Freya asked digging into her red curry.
"Yes, perfectly," Tyler said looking at Kol. He really didn't want his aunt to know that he freaked because he got rejected romantically.
"How about we deal with this all tomorrow? Freya, Tyler and I are going to watch the game and then I'll take the night shift with our brothers, so you can get some sleep," Kol said noticing circles under her eyes.
"Thanks. That would be great. I might ask Bonnie if she can lend me a hand tomorrow. It's almost like they are lacking life force or something. They are alive, but not really living yet. I can't explain it," Freya attempted.
The old Finn was tempted to say something about Finn being a dullard, but he couldn't bring himself to be that lad anymore. Freya was worried and Tyler's little stunt didn't help things. Kol was torn besides wanting to rip into him for upsetting his sister and comforting him for getting rejected.
After they finished, Freya started cleaning up.
"Sister, you are doing too much. I insist, go rest. I've got this," Kol said getting her a water and leading her into the bedroom off of the kitchen.
"Deal with Tyler now. He's feeling guilty. If you don't, he'll misbehave until we have no choice but to give him a harder punishment," Freya whispered.
"You sure?" Kol asked. He glanced back and saw Tyler checking his cell phone without permission.
Freya looked pained for a moment,"I read his mind by accident when I hugged him, I feel terrible, the stuff with the girl...He's a lot more upset that he's letting on."
"I didn't know you could read minds," Kol said sheepishly.
"Either did I, I think I'm too tired. Wake me up if there are any problems. Thank you, Kol," Freya smiled.
"Stop, go rest," Kol said shutting her down softly.
"Anything interesting on your mobile?" Kol asked innocently.
"Yeah, Matt is freaking that I'm MIA..." Tyler groaned realizing that he just confessed to his latest crime.
"How about this? You get your phone back and we take care of this tonight? I know it's hard to have a punishment hanging over your head," Kol admitted.
"Am I still grounded?" Tyler pressed.
"Do you think you deserve to be?" Kol asked evenly.
Tyler flushed, "I guess I deserve to be drawn and quartered. I can't stop seeing the look on Car's face when she was afraid. I left her alone in the dark ass forest where there had just been a murder."
"They used to draw and quarter bodies after they were beheaded, so maybe it's not so bad as that, eh? One week grounded, but we'll go see Matt and Jeremy or have them here, okay?" Kol inquired starting to pull Matt towards the great room. He picked up the remote and tuned it to the game and muted it. Everyone else in this blasted time seemed keen on multi-tasking so Kol thought he'd give it a try.
Kol sunk in the deep leather couch sitting as far back as he could. He checked the score and then pulled Tyler into position. He wanted them to have a chill night, but the boy was torn up. Kol started to think it would be easier if he turned than this turmoil that Tyler was going through. But some wolves, stayed wolf-like all month. Others kept their humanity more, they could almost lose Tyler if he turned.
"If you would have just come home after the Grill, you wouldn't be getting spanked right now," Kol informed Tyler resting his right hand on his backside.
"I know," Tyler whispered.
"You might have told off a bit for fibbing. Maybe given the cold shoulder by your aunt until dinner, but it would have been okay," Kol continued handing Tyler a pillow to grip and hold under his facef.
"I was stupid. I think I thought I was going to get laid or something. That didn't happen," Tyler whined right before the first smack came down.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"But instead of having a time with your lady, you're here getting a going-over like a little lad in this great room. Tell me why?" Kol said swatting steadily all over Tyler's cloth covered cheeks. It didn't hurt much but a warmth was building where the swats were overlapping.
"I lied that I had *crack* permission from you to go *smack* to the Grill. Then, I went *whap*to the woods with Car, freaked *spank* out when she cut me off, left *crack* her alone in the woods, and then *pop*passed out in this creepy cellar *slap* while investigating a murder," Tyler said breathing hard as he tried to concentrate as the spanks got firmer.
"Did ya think without your dad here you wouldn't get a good, hard spanking if you needed it? Hmm? Did you think I'd go easy on you?" Kol asked swatting Tyler's sit spots over and over again until he was kicking his legs out.
"I'm sorry, *pop* Uncle Kol. It wasn't *crack* like that," Tyler moaned.
He started trying to lift up a little as the heat in his rear was starting to burn uncontrollably. The discomfort was turning into a fierce sting, even over his pants and underwear.
Kol continued the warm up by spanking randomly for another minute.
"I think you took a little bit of advantage of the situation," Kol confided. Tyler realized that he never would have pulled this crap if Klaus was around. He knew better. Even Elijah.
"I'm sorry. *whap* You're right.*whap* I thought I could *whap* get away with it," Tyler admitted.
Kol stopped swatting and let his hand rest again on Tyler's backside. He gave him a minute to settle down and stop moving.
"Would your dad just use his hand if you misbehaved like this when he was here?" Kol asked now rubbing circles on Tyler's back to calm him down. Tyler started to cry from the guilt. He had taken advantage of his aunt and uncle's kindness to take off and do what he wanted. He made himself sick.
Kol tapped his behind twice.
"What would your dad spank you with for this kind of willful disobedience?" Kol prompted.
Tyler now sobbed out loud and tried to get up which got him two firmer taps.
"The wooden paddle," Tyler finally admitted.
Kol stood him up in front of him.
"Then, go get the paddle and bring it back here, lad," Kol demanded.
Tyler's hands went to his tear streaked face and he wiped it dry with his sleeve. He trudged toward the drawer in the kitchen slowly. The material of his briefs and nylon shorts chafed against his behind as he walked. Opening the drawer, he fished out the only paddle in there, from the assorted junk. It was the heavier, larger, round paddle that really smarted from that antique game. He mentally cursed Jeremy for hiding the lighter paddle that one time and making Dad find this one in the garage. Where was that thing anyway?
"Hurry up, Tyler!" Kol yelled to the adjoining kitchen.
"Yes, sir," Tyler choked out wiping his nose again with his sleeve. He was embarrassed at having already cried so hard before even getting the paddle applied to his behind.
He handed Kol the paddle sadly. Kol took it and laid it on the couch.
"Blow your nose," Kol directed giving him a box of tissues. Tyler did and felt better. He got a couple fresh ones and crumpled them up in his hand. He would need them.
"Shorts down," Kol commanded. Tyler slipped off his shorts robotically.
"Over again. Come on, don't drag this out," Kol advised, knowing that Tyler was trying to put off the the next part.
Kol helped Tyler stretch himself out over his lap. He secured Tyler with his left arm and pulled him in tighter. Tyler squirmed with anticipation.
Kol patted Tyler's brief covered behind with the round paddle lining it up. He handed him another throw pillow to hold and put his face in.
"I want you to try to keep still. Try not to kick too much," Kol warned giving Tyler the first smack.
"Owww," Tyler grunted.
Whap!
"Ahhhh," Tyler kicked out his left leg.
Swat!
Tyler cried out and threw back his hand.
"I know this stings, but I expect you to take this spanking like a big boy. Hands forward, hold on to the pillow," Kol reminded Tyler. He didn't move his hand so Kol smacked his left sit spot firmly and then his right.
Crack! Crack!
Tyler begged, "S-stop, please. It hurts."
"I think this paddling will do you some good the next time you want to just take off without permission, young man" Kol lectured giving him a hard spank in the center of his behind that was hard enough to almost launch Tyler forward over Kol's lap.
"Is the paddle making an impression on you?"
Tyler sobbed out an answer.
Kol was trying to think of some of the things Elijah and Klaus had lectured him with as he was in this humiliating position.
Spank!
Both of Tyler's legs shot out and he started sobbing into the pillow with renewed passion. Tyler was rocking harder and pushing up with all his might to get up.
"Down! These underpants need to come down," Kol remarked pulling down Tyler's briefs to his knees. Tyler hissed as the snug briefs scraped against his battered, sensitive hind quarters. He wailed.
Pop!
"I'm s-sorry!" Tyler yelled out.
"Okay, it's over. You are getting a sound spanking and you are going to let it all out. No more guilt. Caroline is fine. You are fine. You made a mistake and you are getting punished," Kol cooed, not sure if the boy was even listening.
Tyler was really starting to wail and struggle. His bottom was a bright red. Kol decided to finish with a litany of lighter, faster swats to make a solid impression. Tyler's fists gripped each other under his head. He sobbed into his elbow and the pillow was wet from his tears, but the spanking seemed never to end.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"And this paddle is going to stay right here on this coffee table in case you need another paddling while you are grounded, mister. Don't think because you got a hard spanking on your bare bum, that you can't get another harder one around here. Any misbehaving and you will end up right back over my knee. Do you understand?" Kol punctuated each sentence with a loud paddle swat.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Tyler's kicking had worked his underwear off and his voice was hoarse from screaming and crying.
"Yes! I u-understand. I-I'm s-s-sorry, U-Uncle Kol," Tyler shouted out afraid of getting even a single more stinging whack with the heavy paddle. Tyler's backside was a deep red down to his thighs. Kol put the paddle on the coffee table and patted Tyler's back gently. He didn't think he could take a single tap more. Kol now knew why Klaus was so found of that salve. Tyler looked very sore and tender. Kol didn't think he could bear to put his shorts and underwear on that raw arse.
Tyler was weeping softly and seemed to be quivering. Was he cold or just so upset he was shaking?
Kol grabbed a soft blanket from the back of the couch.
"Shhh, come on. Here, let me help. I'm going to wrap you in this," Kol urged standing Tyler up so he could wrap him in the blanket. He pulled Tyler down to his lap carefully as he could. Tyler winced when his backside slightly came into contact with Kol's leg. He shifted him so he could hold him.
"You did so well. It's all over. It was very naughty of you to do what you did, but it is water under the bridge. Are you okay, lad? I didn't beat you half to death did I?" Kol joked.
"No, Uncle Kol. I'm better. I mean my butt hurts really bad but I don't feel like I ruined the world so thanks. But you wouldn't like paddle me again for real this week, right?" Tyler asked fearfully.
"Are you going to misbehave again?" Kol smiled and inquired.
"God, I hope not," Tyler whined reaching back to rub his scotched cheeks.
"I'm sorry to say but in this family, you can get a good hiding before you even recovered from the last one," Kol quipped.
"Did that happen to you?" Tyler asked curiously.
"More times than I wish to count but I'm a slow learner, I suppose," Kol admitted, still rocking him slowly.
"I'm going to help you guys more. I know you didn't want to spank me tonight," Tyler admitted.
"Tyler, we never want to spank one of you. It hurts me, not me arse, but my long dead slow beating heart," Kol admitted.
"I know. I'm going to try my best to behave. Did you think Caroline will talk to me again?" Tyler wondered.
"That one might slap your face, but then maybe you have a chance. She's a pretty one, fiery too," Kol added.
Kol rocked Tyler until he was half asleep. So much for watching the game.