Pairing: Elijah/Jeremy (M/m) hand, bath brush
"It says here that 'The Sun and Moon Curse was said to be an ancient Aztec curse that a shaman cast 1000 years ago on vampires and werewolves. It decreed that werewolves could only turn into a werewolf on a full moon, and the vampires would be weakened by the sun. This made the werewolves 'servants of the moon' and the vampires 'slaves to the sun,'" Bonnie read from the book.
"Does it say anything about breaking the curse?" Jeremy asked looking at his cellphone as it buzzed.
"Yeah, later on. What? Do you have to go?" Bonnie said looking up at him from the large, old tome she was reading from.
"Shit, yeah. Sorry, Bon. I gotta go. I'm late. And grounded...," Jeremy remarked cringing at the time.
"Dude, it's only 4 pm. What time were you supposed to be home?" Bonnie asked.
"Right after school," Jeremy muttered gathering his stuff and shoving it in his backpack haphazardly.
"That's okay. Go, I'll let you know what I find here late," Bonnie assured him.
"Thanks!" Jeremy said running out of the library. He didn't hear the librarian tell him to slow down.
Elijah was waiting in the SUV right outside the library. Jeremy saw the vehicle and gulped. He opened the door and threw his backpack in.
"Uncle Elijah, sorry. I was ah, doing research for the drunk driving paper for Alaric. How'd you find me?" Jeremy asked.
"Tracking device on the mobile phone. You know that. Jeremy, you know you are to let us know where you are going. Your father instructed you to come directly home after school. Tyler, Matt, and Davina had no idea where you were either. Tyler waited for you in the school parking lot. Not only is that inconsiderate, it is...," Elijah started.
Bonnie was suddenly knocking at the window.
"Jeremy, you forgot your phone!" Bonnie said handing it to him as he rolled down the window.
"Oh, thanks, Bon," Jeremy said nervously.
"Hello, Miss Bennett, what are you doing here?" Elijah smiled.
"Oh, Jeremy was just helping me do the research for the Sun and the Moon curse. I think I may need to contact my cousin Lucy for more information.
I'm not finding out a whole lot from the library. Well, thanks for your help Jeremy. Hope I didn't get you in any trouble," Bonnie said sensing the tension in the car.
"Oh, my dear, you did not get Jeremy in any trouble...Thank you. We'll be in touch," Elijah said smiling.
"I got myself in trouble, didn't I?" Jeremy muttered as soon as they drove away.
"Did you just lie to me about what you were doing at the library?" Elijah asked watching the road, but quickly glancing at Jeremy.
Jeremy started to lie and say no, but then realized he was busted.
"Yes, Bonnie asked me to go to the library with her after school. I kind of forgot about everything else because I wanted to hang out with her," Jeremy answered lamely.
"So you didn't work on your paper for Alaric?" Elijah prompted.
"No, sir. But we did look into the Sun and Moon curse for Tyler! I was trying to help the damn family!" Jeremy said thinking this was a decent defense.
"First of all, watch your language unless you want a mouth soaping as soon as we get home. Secondly, your father and I made that rumor up a thousand years ago and spread it all around to throw other supernaturals off the trail. I didn't have the heart to tell Bonnie she had been wasting her time. The key has always been doppelgängers, ones like your sister Elena. We'll have to fill in Bonnie, but in the meantime...," Elijah pondered.
"Am I grounded longer?" Jeremy asked glumly.
"No, I think one month of this grounding business is about all we can all handle," Elijah decided.
Jeremy nodded and looked out the window. He felt his face grow hot and his stomach dropped at the prospect of the night ahead of him.
Elijah saw his distress and reached over to pat his leg.
"It's going to be okay," Elijah stated softly. "We'll talk tonight more about it, before you go to bed. I want you to get all of your homework done and make some progress on Alaric's paper."
Jeremy replied, "Okay."
When they got home and came into the kitchen, Tyler ripped into Jeremy,"Dude, where were you? We waited like 20 minutes."
"Sorry, man. I was with Bonnie," Jeremy started getting something to drink.
"That's nice. Maybe you have have fun walking home tomorrow? Because we're not waiting for you again," Tyler growled.
"Tyler, you can lay off him for now. He said he was sorry," Elijah cautioned.
"Well, I hope he is a little sorrier later tonight," Tyler scoffed.
"Tyler, we'll take care of it. I understand you are upset, but unless you want to join me now for a little chat in my study I suggest you stop," Elijah warned.
Tyler put his hands up, "He screws up, but I'm the one who gets in trouble. Typical."
Elijah was losing his patience and fighting to stay calm, when Kol came in.
"Hey mate, let's go work out yeah? Come on, I'll spar with you. It's been a while. Just let me get a blood bag," Kol said looking at Elijah.
"Fine, Kol. Take him and get him settled down, or I will," Elijah said sternly.
Kol grabbed Tyler's arm and half dragged him down to the basement level with the weight room.
"Why didn't you drag Gilbert down here so I can kick his ass?" Tyler seethed.
"Are you really that bent about waiting for a few minutes? Bloody hell, I've waiting in a coffin for like 100 years to be let out by my brother," Kol joked.
"Yeah, but weren't you unconscious?" Tyler argued.
"Aye, but seriously, mate. If you're trying to get a beatin', I can give you one right now. Put the gloves on," Kol said throwing boxing gloves at Tyler.
"Fine. I might whoop your ass though. Don't go easy on me, my supernatural healing already kicked in," Tyler bragged.
"How do you know?" Kol asked, fixing his gloves and helping Tyler with his.
"Ah, well," Tyler stammered realizing he had walking into this one.
"Oh, let me guess, your sore arse healed quickly? If we could go a fortnight around here without someone getting thrashed, it would be a bleedin' miracle. Now, let's go, tough guy," Kol said throwing the first punch.
After a few minutes, Tyler eventually started to focus his aggression into the fight. Soon, he stopped wanted to beat Jeremy to a pulp and started to tire out.
Davina had felt bad all day. She woke up late and hadn't talked to Rebekah in the morning like she had told Marcel she would do.
"Rebekah, can I talk to you?" Davina said coming into her quarters. Rebekah was organizing her drawers and putting clothes into piles.
"Hi, of course, how was school?" Rebekah smiled.
"Not so good. I felt bad. About last night, about what I said to you. I didn't mean it," Davina said.
"Hey, hey, shh, it's okay. I know you were angry," Rebekah said hugging her, "I know you love him. I love him, too. He's my brother."
"You're not mad at me?" Davina asked surprised. Her own mother had been cold and unforgiving. There were days she refused to even acknowledge Davina, when she annoyed her.
"No, I have been you. But I loved Marcel for many years in secret. Nik never approved of any man I ever liked. He actually used to kill them if he found out and pop the dagger into me if I carried on about it. But with Marcel, his Marcellus, Niklaus couldn't kill him or dagger him. I did get the dagger for 52 years over it and when I awoke, he was a vampire. You see, our love story has also been full of pain. I didn't want that for you. I still don't, but I should have known that I can't do to you what Nik did to me," Rebekah said with tears dripping down her face.
"Rebekah, it's different with Kol. We're just friends now. I know I am young. He will wait. All I want is to be able to be his friend. I need him and he needs me. I think you can see that," Davina insisted.
"I can. I want you to come to me if you need to talk. You can see that getting angry around here gets you no where except a sore backside," Rebekah started.
"Yes, Marcel made that clear. Say, did Klaus notice the crack in this wall yet?" Davina asked indicating the hallway.
"Ah, yes. He wasn't too happy. But I assured him that it wouldn't happen again, right?" Rebekah said gently elbowing Davina.
"It won't. I swear. Thank you for everything. I don't know what I would do without you," Davina said laying her head on Rebekah's shoulder.
"You won't have to find out. Here's some clothes I thought that might fit you. Want to try them on?" Rebekah offered.
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Freya stood at the stove listening to Matt read back his drunk driving report aloud to her.
"Matt, I think it sounds really good. I mean, I'm probably not the most academic person here, but I like it. I learned a lot just listening to it," Freya said stirring her sauce.
"You and me both. I actually don't mind doing this paper on drunk driving. It's funny but when I'm a cop, I hope I can help stop this this and maybe save lives. God, though, I can't believe I was so stupid to drive to the Grill that day," Matt admitted.
"Matt, you were lucky that nothing bad happened, but I think the important thing is that you don't do it again. Because if you do..., I'm going to break out my big spoon and give you a taste of Aunt Freya's medicine, okay? And it's not going to be getting grounded," Freya said tasting her sauce.
"That sounds worse than anything. Sauce is good. I'm starving," Matt said after she had him taste it.
"Can you go in there and watch the boys? I think they are wrestling again and I want to get dinner ready. Thanks," Freya said putting the garlic bread in.
Matt went into the great room and played with the boys until Finn got bumped a little and started crying.
"You're fine, little dude. Come on, walk it off," Matt said. Although the boys looked about 12, they acted much younger. Sometimes their babyish ways got on Matt's nerves, but he knew they had been through a lot.
Klaus and Marcel were discussing strategy in Elijah's study when Elijah walked in.
"What? No one's drinking. This is a first," Elijah said heavily.
"What ails thee, brother? Did you pick up Jeremy?" Klaus said pouring them all drinks.
"Oh, yes, he was with Bonnie researching the Sun and Moon curse that we fabricated and spread all those years ago," Elijah mentioned.
"What, you made it up?" Marcel was confused.
"Well, wanted to throw other supernaturals off the track of the doppelgänger, so we made up some lies and spread them in South America, Europe, Africa. We will need to tell Bonnie the truth if we want to break the curse before Tyler turns this month," Klaus replied.
"Tyler was ready to rip off Jeremy's head for making them wait for him at school. He did breaking his grounding and go to the library with fair Bonnie without telling anyone, but Tyler seemed enraged. Kol took him down to the weight room to spar with him. Maybe that will help?" Elijah shared.
"Shall I deal with Jeremy? He was supposed to come home right after school, grounded or not?" Klaus frowned.
"No, I told him I would chat with him before bed tonight. He lied to me in the car and said he was doing Alaric's report, then Bonnie came to the window to return his phone and said he was helping her. As always, the truth seems to spill out," Elijah chuckled.
"Speaking of, I did have my own little chat with Davina last night. Sorry about that little fit, I did warm up her butt for her after. We decided to let her and Kol 'be friends' and take it slow. Kol's been good for her and I feel like she had been good for him, so we'll see how it goes," Marcel reported.
"Son, you actually spanked the Harvest witch? I must say I really thought you and my sister would spoil her rotten," Klaus said surprised and glancing at Elijah.
Marcel admitted, "I went easy on her, but after she told Rebekah to go to hell, I figured she was asking for it. It's...harder than I thought it would be. As soon as she started crying, I couldn't go on. I mean, this was the second time, but it wasn't any easier."
Elijah patted him on the shoulder, "She is lucky to have you two caring about her. You know we are here for you if you need anything, even just to talk. It doesn't really get easier. I hate to tell you."
Marcel nodded and realized that they felt for him what he felt for Davina last night and he was touched. He couldn't respond, so just nodded.
After dinner, Elijah pulled Jeremy aside and told him to get ready for bed and meet him in Elijah's quarters. Jeremy knew what that meant. He saw Tyler watching him and felt even more embarrassed.
All the kids were helping with the dishes tonight, some nights the adults did everything, but they were in the office talking. Kol was drying dishes with Davina by the sink. They were laughing and she was hitting him with her dish towel.
Jeremy figured he would swallow his pride and just get it out now as Matt and Tyler were clearing plates from the large dining room.
"Hey guys, sorry again about today. Tyler, you're right, I should have let you guys know I was going with Bonnie, but I guess I would afraid someone would try to stop me-" Jeremy begun.
"Ah, because we are grounded?" Matt said loudly.
"Yeah, I wanted to go with her," Jeremy admitted. "Can you guys handle this? Uncle Elijah wants to um, see me, so..."
Tyler looked at Jeremy's pitiful expression and forgave him.
"Jer, it's fine. You know me, I just don't like waiting. Sorry, I was a jerk, too. Uncle Elijah said Bonnie was trying to help look up the curse for me," Tyler prodded.
"Yeah, she was. We good?" Jeremy asked and they nodded.
"Good luck, man," Matt said watching Jeremy trudge upstairs. Sometimes Matt thought Jeremy was a brat. He just expected to get his own way. Matt remembered being jealous of much Mrs. Gilbert always doted on her kids. Matt realized that he was glad he was never that entitled because he appreciated what he got more. Jeremy just tended to do what he wanted with no thoughts for others.
Tyler had also been indulged, but he wasn't as babied as Jeremy had been, making him a little tougher.
When Elijah finally came up after his meeting, Jeremy was passed out on the couch in his quarters asleep although it was only 9 pm. He didn't have the heart to wake him up, but Jeremy stirred and opened his eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep," Jeremy said rubbing his eyes.
"It's okay. I really think that you boys never get enough sleep, which is why you are all sometimes so cranky," Elijah said rolling up his sleeves.
"I'm sorry," Jeremy whispered sitting up.
"About what, Jeremy?" Elijah said going over to get a straight back chair along the wall and moving it near the coffee table.
"Everything. Not coming home, lying, making them wait. I guess it's no secret that I like Bonnie. I just dropped everyone when she asked me to go with her," Jeremy admitted.
"Tyler said you talked to him. He won't admit it, but he was worried about you when you didn't show up after school today. You have all been through a lot this year and had a lot of losses. But you need to punished, don't you?" Elijah said sitting down on the armless wooden chair.
"I guess, Uncle Elijah. Can't I bend over the couch or something?" Jeremy said. He had no hope of getting out of his spanking, but thinking that if he could take it like a man, it wouldn't be so bad.
"I think not. But you can come here and stand in front of me," Elijah said waiting for him to drag his feet over.
"Please, not over your lap! It's too embarrassing. I'm too old! Come on, I mean it," Jeremy belted out in a panicked plea.
Jeremy was trembling a little. He couldn't help it. He had an oversized t-shirt on and basketball shorts on that he slept in. Elijah went to the waistband of his shorts and briefs and pulled them down to his knees.
Jeremy panicked and tried to hold up his pants for a second.
"That is going to get your behind spanked again tomorrow morning before school. Hands at your side. Don't fight me," Elijah warned.
Jeremy's eyes filled with tears as Elijah pulled down his shorts and briefs to his ankles and ordered him to step out of them.
"Bend over my lap, you can hold on to the chair rung," Elijah directed as he was flipped over Elijah's lap. He gripped the wooden rungs and his feet were touching the ground. Elijah flipped up his t-shirt a bit so as to expose his whole backside. Jeremy squeezed his eyes shut in horror to be in this awful position, he felt cool air on his rear.
"I'm going to do something different. You're going to get twice your age in spanks in two sets. But I want you to count. You mess up the count and we start from the beginning. After each swat, you think about how you broke your grounding, worried your family, and lied. I also expect you to keep your hands on the rung of the chair," Elijah said sternly.
"Yes, sir," Jeremy asked staring at the plush carpet and feeling it dig in his toes.
"Ready?" Elijah prompted resting his hand on Jeremy's quivering mounds.
"Yes," Jeremy squeaked.
Crack!
"One!" Jeremy dug his toes in the chair as a sharp burn covered his behind.
Whack!
"Two!" Jeremy's leg twitched and he tried to stay still.
Smack!
"Three! Jeremy screeched a little louder. His legs were fighting to push him up.
Whap!
"Four!" Jeremy felt Elijah raise his left leg and raise him up so his feet weren't quite touching the floor and giving Elijah more access to his behind.
Spank!
"Ahh! No!" Jeremy yelled in surprise as Elijah's hand swatted the crease below his behind hard causing his leg to jerk.
"I guess we are back at one," Elijah said tightening his grip on Jeremy's waist with his left arm.
"I'm sorry, no!" Jeremy cried.
"One, Jeremy, you need to start obeying me," Elijah was going to teach this boy a lesson even if his own hand was getting numb and sore.
Smack!
"One!" Jeremy was crying now and kicking with each smack.
Elijah was lessening the intensity of the the spanks, but still swatting firmly. They were going to get through this, even if it took all night.
By sixteen, Jeremy was sobbing and kicking and gripping the rungs tightly. Tears and mucus were running down his face.
"Okay, we'll take a break. Go wash your face. Be quick or I will get the brush for the next 16," Elijah warned, not kidding as his hand was stinging.
Elijah helped him up and Jeremy's hands immediately clutched onto his backside to try to rub out the sting. His face was a mess. Seeing his condition, Elijah got up and helped him to the bathroom and washed his face and had him blow his nose.
"Please, no more, Uncle Elijah. I'm sorry," Jeremy wailed at the thought of getting another hard 16 swats on his stinging bottom.
"If I have to force you over my knee again, you will get more than 16 spanks and they won't be with my hand, young man. Now move," Elijah said giving him a little swat on the thigh.
Jeremy cried harder when you saw he was being led back to the chair and put in the same position.
Crack!
"One, p-please," Jeremy counted.
Smack!
"Two, I c-can't"
Whack!
"Stop. N-no more. Fuck, please. I can't f-fucking-," Jeremy yelled struggling and trying to throw himself off his uncle's lap.
"I guess you need a paddling after all and your mouth washed out with soap. You don't dictate your punishments, now stop telling me what to do and listen to what you are told to do," Elijah lectured. He pulled up Jeremy and marched him into the bathroom, Elijah didn't know if he even had a suitable hairbrush, but he had a round bath brush. He also got a small hotel sized bar of soap and unwrapped it as Jeremy cried and tried to rub out the sting in his pink behind vigorously.
"You are going to bite down on this soap and think about how cursing at me. Look at your backside, Jeremy, I wasn't even spanking you that hard. I don't know where this disobedience is coming from, but it ends here," Elijah scolded.
Jeremy reluctantly bit down on the soap and made a face. Elijah led Jeremy over to the closed toilet seat where he sat down. He put a bath towel down on his lap and grabbed the bath brush and put it on the counter of the sink. He saw a glass container of Freya's salve on the counter. Elijah wasn't sure if Jeremy could take 16 smacks with the bath brush unless he was just tapping him.
"Jeremy, over my lap again," Elijah told the crying boy. He wiped some of the suds away from Jeremy's mouth with a wash cloth and guided him over his lap. Jeremy's hands were now supporting his weight on the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. He sounded like he was choking on the soap.
"Here, spit it into the wash cloth. You're not rinsing though until I paddle your misbehaving behind red. Stay still," Elijah warned. He quickly applied the salve and again noticed that Jeremy's behind was lightly pink. The salve always felt cool and soothing at first.
Elijah patted Jeremy's backside with the bath brush and brought it down from his right cheek to his left cheek in a quick but steady pace for five smacks on each cheek. Jeremy's legs were again on the floor and he was trying to push up and get out of place.
"You really do want another spanking before you go off to school tomorrow. Well, you got it, mister. Now stop!" Elijah smacked him a little firmer in the middle of his behind four times. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Elijah could tell that the brush was reddening his behind fast and decided to give him the last two right on his sit spots.
Crack! Crack!
Jeremy howled and almost did wiggle off his lap, if it wasn't for Elijah's vampire strength.
"Okay, now you can rinse your mouth out," Elijah said helping him to his feet. Jeremy rushed over and splashed water into his mouth right from the sink for a few minutes. He was making a terrible mess, but Elijah was letting it go.
Elijah gave him a moment alone to use the bathroom and get himself together. He returned his shorts and underwear to him and told him he could get dressed. He brought the bath brush in the bedroom and set in on the night stand. Elijah was shocked that Jeremy had been so rebellious and difficult during the punishment. He really wanted to get to the bottom of this, so to speak.
Jeremy came out and his eyes fell on the bath brush.
"No more, please, Uncle Elijah, don't paddle me again," he cried unable to stop throwing back his hand to shield his sore behind.
Elijah held out his arms and Jeremy came to him.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy, but you earned another good paddling tomorrow. I don't know what got into you. I'm not going to spank you anymore tonight, but out with it, tell me," Elijah said hugging him and patting his back.
"I was just thinking that if Bonnie saw me tonight, she'd think I was a baby being spanked like that. What if she knows, from her witch powers, that I got it like this tonight she wouldn't want to go out with me. Uncle Elijah, I'm too ashamed to face her again," Jeremy said tearfully.
"Hey, witches can't see things like that. Sure, there are seers, but they are very, very rare. Bonnie, is not a seer and wouldn't know if you got a spanking unless you told her. You realize that your embarrassment about getting put over my knee earned you another whacking tomorrow, young man?" Elijah said patting his sore bottom now over his shorts.
Jeremy whined and said, "Can I stay in here tonight? If you spank me tomorrow morning, I don't want Tyler and Matt to see. Please Uncle Elijah!"
"Of course, but I want you to know that I don't punish you like this to humiliate you. What is really something to be ashamed of is poor behavior such as lying, being inconsiderate, and rude. I mean it Jeremy, that is the kind of behavior that is dishonorable. Getting punished is not supposed to be pleasant, but the real shame is the actions that led to it," Elijah shared.
Jeremy thought about it and agreed.
"I never thought about it like that, but you're right. Am I ever going to be too old to get it though?" Jeremy said in a small voice.
"Only your behavior dictates that. When you make the right choices and act correctly, then it shows us that you are mature enough to do things like live on your own. That will happen, but for right now, in the bed. On your stomach and to sleep. I love you, Jeremy," Elijah said kissing him on the head.
The next morning, Elijah let Jeremy go to the bathroom, and checked the state of his backside, which was pale and unmarked. He told Jeremy that he could lean over the bed and Elijah gave him ten firm smacks over his nylon shorts and two hard whacks with the bath brush on each cheek. It stung and reignited some of the soreness from the spanking of the night before, but was not overly harsh and throbbing. They walked down to breakfast together. Elijah pulled Jeremy into another hug and said, "I mean it, I want you to be someone you are proud of, I know you can be. Now, you come home right after school today."
"Yes, sir. Believe me. I won't forget again," Jeremy promised feeling the sting a little as his shorts rubbed against his sore thighs. He knew that he had learned that he could and would be a better version of himself. He was too sore not to try.