Pairing: Marcel/Davina-otk, hand

New Orleans

St. Anne's Church

2010

Davina was not going to miss the Dauphine Street music festival. She had asked Rebekah if they could go together. Then, Rebekah got an urgent call from her family and had to fly home.

"Marcel, please, it's just one night. Rebekah said I could go!" Davina whined flipped her long brown hair back.

"Honey, I know you're disappointed. Something has come up at home. I'm really sorry but the answer is no. We'll do something when things settle down, okay?" Marcel said calmly.

Davina was furious. She stomped her foot. She didn't want to tell Marcel that she really wanted to see Tim, her old flame from school. He was a beautiful violinist and he never missed the festival.

"D., please. I hate to see you disappointed. Rebekah really wanted to take you. Now, I gotta go see about something but I'll come by later and we can hang," Marcel said turning away.

"I could boil your blood if I wanted to. Don't forget what I can do, Marcel. I am here by choice. Now, send two of your guys to escort me and it will go off without a hitch. Deal?" Davina said in triumph.

Marcel vamped over to her.

"Davina Claire, you try to boil my blood or anyone else's and you will find yourself over my knee getting a, I suspect, long overdue spanking. Do you understand me? I don't want to alarm you, but Father Kieran thinks there is a chance the witches are getting closer. Look at me, D., I'm not going to let anything happen to you," Marcel said gently rubbing both of her arms.

"I'm sorry, Marcel. I've just been in here so long with this power coursing through my body. You wouldn't really hit me, would you?" Davina asked cautiously.

"No, honey, I would never hurt you like that. But in our family, if someone needs their butt warmed up for their own good. That is a different story and yes, I will not hesitate to spank you to keep you safe. Don't test me, D., because I will do whatever it takes," Marcel informed her.

"Because you need me to keep the witches in line?" Davina agreed.

"No, D., because I need you in my family. Now, hang in there and I'm going to see if Father Kieran found out any new info. Come here," Marcel said hugging her to his broad chest. She didn't like being threatened but when Marcel was around, she felt safe.

Davina knew that no one would ever know she had slipped out for the festival. Marcel's guys would be fooled by the tiny little glamour spell that made it look like she was sleeping in her bed.

She combed the bars and venues until she thought she saw him. Yes, it was Tim! Davina waited until his set was over and then approached him.

"Tim?"

"Davina! Is it really you? You haven't been to school in months!" Tim said almost dropping his violin.

"Yes, I had some issues. Can we go someone and talk?" Davina asked shyly. She wanted to go someone less public.

A few hours later, she and Tim were having a wonderful time reconnecting on a bench on the street. He played her a few tunes and told her all the latest gossip from school. Hearing about her old life made her sad. As Tim leaned over to kiss her, she heard someone yell, "Found here! Over here."

Soon, she was surrounded by vampires. Instead of restraining her, they got Tim, and pinned his arms back as he struggled.

"Let him go!" Davina screamed. The vampires ignored her.

"I'm going to tell Marcel," Davina went on, ready to fry all of them.

"You don't need to, honey. I'm right here," Marcel said walking in with his brown leather jacket on. His beautiful teeth flashing.

"Marcel, what's going on?" Davina demanded.

Marcel came up to her and grabbed her into a rough hug.

"I was so worried. I thought they got you. I was imagining you with your throat cut, like the other Harvest girls. Come on, D., the witches found out about St. Annes'. We gotta get you out of here," Marcel said pulling her.

"Wait! Let me say goodbye to Tim," Davina screamed, pulling away.

Marcel nodded at his guys. He didn't bother to tell Davina that Tim was just going to be compelled and sent on his way. He figured she needed the closure.

Once they were nearer to the The Abattoir, where a car waited to take them to the plane, Davina asked, "Where are we going?"

Marcel stopped, "Mystic Fall, Virginia. Don't worry, we'll 'talk' more on the plane."

"Marcel, what do you mean 'talk'? You can't spank me on a plane! Marcel, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have disobeyed you. Don't be angry," Davina pleaded.

"Honey, look, I'm not mad at you. I was scared and worried. But as I promised you, my hand on your behind is going to express just how worried I was. Now, unless you want a preview right here on the street, I suggest you follow along," Marcel said taking her hand.

Davina nodded and followed along silently.

Mystic Falls, Virginia

Mikaelson Mansion

Rebekah walked into a scene that stunned her. The family was at the massive dining room table. Klaus was at the one end, then Elijah, Freya, two younger boys, Tyler, Kol, and an older man. Everyone seemed in good spirits. Laughing and passing food, the family seemed normal somehow.

"Rebekah," Klaus boomed out and rose to greet her. She urged everyone to sit and said hello to Finn.

"Henrik, it's me Rebekah. Do you remember me?" she asked him in the Old Tongue.

"I remember your hair, yellow. You used to put flowers in it," Henrik replied back slowly. She hugged him carefully, then Freya.

It was only then that she noticed Mikael at the other end of the table.

"Hello, Father. How nice to see you when you are not leaving burning cities in your wake!" Rebekah snarked, taking her place.

"Rebekah, my daughter, I understand your anger. If you want, I can leave," Mikael said, getting up.

"No, by all means, continue. Marcel and the Harvest girl, Davina, should be here shortly. It should be no surprise to anyone that the witches of New Orleans are not giving up any scrap of power," Rebekah scoffed taking some ribs.

"Of course," Freya said, glad she and Bonnie didn't have these issues in their coven.

"Where's Matt and Jeremy?" Rebekah asked.

"Once the Strix gets your blood and Kol's and confirms it with their little tests, they vowed to cure Tyler and Jeremy of their afflictions and the boys can come back home," Elijah informed her.

"Hopefully, that will be tonight or tomorrow," Klaus announced.

"Oh, that would be lovely. It will be a full house. Klaus, you might need to add more rooms!" Rebekah smiled.

"There is always the third floor. You and Marcellus can move up there with Davina, if you like. Father is staying in the guest house," Klaus said continuing to eat.

"Oh Nik, I'm not sure how long we can stay. But that sounds lovely. I'll go look at it after dinner," Rebekah smiled. She was surprised to hear her brother call Mikael 'Father' so causally. She looked at Elijah and he smiled back. Mikael was talking to Freya and Kol quietly. What the hell was going on here? Finn looked like the old Finn. Henrik seemed confused and weak.

"So tell us about this Davina? You said she was a Harvest girl?" Kol asked.

So Rebekah told them the story.

Private jet to Virginia

Davina had never been on a private jet before. She had actually never been on a plane before but tried to appear cool about it.

"What about my stuff?" Davina said softly.

"We'll get everything shipped up to Mystic Falls. I really don't know how long we need to stay there. That damn Bastiana is not giving up, D. She's been hexing folks and tearing through vampires to find you," Marcel vouched.

"I'm sorry I'm causing all this trouble," Davina acknowledged.

"Hey, this Harvest thing is not your fault. No one kills kids in my town and gets away with it. Do you know the story of how I came to be here?" Marcel said, opening his arms. She shuffled over and let him hold her.

"No," she mewled.

"I won't bore you with the details, but Klaus, my dad saved me from slavery. I had no name, no family, no future. He gave me immortality, but there is always a cost, D. You have all this power in you, but you gotta use it to do good. When you took off, not only would the witches have found you and cut your throat, but a lot of vampires would have died fighting them. You know how strong French Quarter witches are," Marcel lifted her chin to look at him.

"Marcel, I didn't think of it that way. I don't want anyone else to die," Davina said getting upset.

"But they may because you disobeyed me. Do you see why I have to punish you? Honey, believe me, I don't want to do this, but you need to learn a lesson," Marcel said, using his vampire strength to flip her over his left knee. The jet had a leather couch they were sitting in.

"Marcel, no. I'm sorry. Don't," Davina panicked, not knowing what to expect. Smack!

"Ouch! Okay, I get it," Davina yelped.

Marcel couldn't help but smile, he barely tapped her and she was flailing around violently.

Bringing the flat of his hand down harder across both her cheeks, he lectured, "You were warned that you were liable to get a spanking, but you did it anyway. You were lucky I didn't paddle you in front of young Tim. So you can just stop hollering and take it because this is just the warm up, D."

Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Stop kicking!" Marcel admonished smacking her thighs.

The harder smacks over her jeans started to hurt. She began to weep in frustration and embarrassment.

Davina's upper body was turned on the couch and her legs were on the floor. Marcel was holding her, but she was thrashing around a good deal.

He stood her up. And she hopped around tried to grasp the fire in her behind.

"Stop it. You've earned this spanking. Now I'm taking down your pants. Your underwear can stay up as long as you can behave. If now, I will be paddling you on your bare behind. Do you understand? D., if you don't answer me, I'm giving you some extra whacks," Marcel promised. He pinned her arms to her side.

"Y-Yes, I g-get it," Davina cried.

Marcel unbuttoned and unzipped her tight jeans and careful slipped them down to her knees. This time, he tipped her forward so her hands rested on the ground, and placed her behind over both of his knees. He had told the flight attendant not to bother them. The crew was no doubt listening to this spanking with great interest.

Davina wailed when she felt Marcel pat her behind. She wished she had worn more substantial underpants, then the skimpy nylon pair she had on.

Spank! Spank! Spank!

Davina howled and kicked the best that she could with her pants around her knees. The swats to her bare sit spots were sharp and painful. She wiggled as much as she could with Marcel's arm locked around her waist.

Marcel gave her twenty more spanks until her behind was a uniform shade of pink. She was crying and still struggling.

"Are you going to listen to me the next time I tell you to do something?"
Smack!

"Yes, Marcel. Please s-stop!" Davina wailed still trying to rock her hips.

"Are you going to put others in danger?"
"No, I swear. I'm s-sorry. Please s-stop," Davina begged.

When she finally stopped struggling, he stopped the spanking.

Marcel let her settle down. He then stood her up and pull her jeans up over her scorched cheeks as she hiss and sobbed. Her bottom was throbbing but Marcel didn't want the flight crew to see her with her pants down after her spanking.

Davina took a minute to try to hop and rub the string out. Marcel couldn't help but laugh at her spank dance. She didn't notice. He then got a cloth to wipe her face and a blanket.

"Come here. You did good, D. I'm so sorry I had to do that, but I did it because I love you and care about you," Marcel said cradling her in his arms and covering her with the blanket.

"You do?" she asked.

"Yes, honey. I don't wanna repeat that, so you best behave. Klaus keeps a wooden paddle in the kitchen drawer for the boys when they step out of line. I will not hesitate to march you upstairs and give you a spanking with it if you need it," Marcel threatened. He didn't mentioned that Klaus also had paddled him several times with that very instrument.

"A paddle! No, Marcel, your hand hurts too much. I can't take a real paddling," Davina panicked.

"Well, don't misbehave and you don't have to worry about getting spanked. I heard that paddle stings like the dickens, so you need to be on your best behavior," Marcel cautioned.

"I'll be good. I'm sorry about tonight. Thank you for getting me out of there," Davina cried.

"Hey, that's what families do. Protect each other. You're my family now," Marcel said.

"Thanks, 'Dad'" Davina joked.

"Ah, D., that has a nice ring to it," Marcel smiled hugging her closer.