Pairing: Freya/Kol (F/M) wooden spoon
Elijah was feeding the boys when Klaus, Kol, and Freya came home.
Klaus took Vanessa's body directly downstairs to one of the basement levels. He didn't want her waking up hungry and draining one of the kids. He put some blood bags near her and then locked her in, just in case she woke up early.
Kol had blood on his shirt and still smelled like bourbon. Freya told him to go shower and she'd be up after dinner. She reminded him to drink some blood and then hugged him tightly in the kitchen seeing how sad he was. He took a blood bag and vamped to his room so the boys wouldn't see him.
"Is everything okay, Freya?" Henrik asked in a small voice.
"I think so, Henrik. Uncle Kol is just going up to shower. We are all very sad about Davina, but she will be back someday. Okay?" Freya said sitting down at the huge dining room table.
"Oh good, is ah, Miss Monroe okay?" Matt asked. After she gave him that detention and he apologized, he actually really started to like her. Hamlet was a struggle for him, but watching the movie clips helped.
Freya didn't know if she should say, "Oh, she's dead", so she just said, "I'm sure she will be." She never lied and would not start now.
Elijah gave her a curious glance. Klaus came in and started talking to the boys about their days to get their mind off of everything.
"Elijah, could Freya and I have a word in the study? Gentleman, I know it is not your clean up night, but I shall give all of you a hundred dollar bill each if you clean the kitchen to Uncle Elijah's satisfaction," Klaus said generously. Elijah had to bite the inside of his mouth to not say a word.
Matt groaned, "Dad, you don't have to pay us. We live here. Really, it's fine."
Tyler kicked him under the table.
Klaus kissed Matt on the head, "Matthew, it's okay. You can take Abby to a nicer place than the Grill when you're ungrounded, okay? And Tyler, if you kick him one more time..." Klaus smiled and didn't have the heart to finish the threat.
"Sorry, Dad...Sorry, Matt," Tyler laughed starting to get up and clear the plates.
Elijah winced when he heard a plate smash.
"Keep walking, brother, we have bigger issues to deal with," Klaus said putting his arm around Elijah.
"She's dead!" Elijah spat out. "And he's been killing on the side."
"I mean, in his defense, or in comparison, it's been very mild with some massacres that he has committed," Klaus admitted.
"Sometimes with you at his side," Elijah reminded him.
"That is true. But it's been over 200 years since I had a slip up. We need to keep a firmer grip on him," Klaus announced.
"Well, just like his nephews, he can consider himself grounded until further notice. He does play with the boys and help with them during the day, but maybe he can help them with their studies more. He can help me with my potions. He can make the very salve that is going to causing him a great deal of regret soon. Do you know he fed from that woman though she was full of vervain?" Freya shared.
"Ugh, it's like drinking lye soap. Awful. I don't think I could do it," Elijah admitted.
"I'll check on Vanessa in a moment, but when he massacred that hospital, brother, we thrashed him every other day for a week. Now, he was healing, but after the switching Elijah gave him, a little hiding made him swear that he would be a perfect angel," Klaus mused.
"Actually, he was well-behaved for years after that. I kept a switch on the mantle and we kept him close to home for a long time after that. He wants to be good, but he truly lacks the motivation at times. Now, with Davina gone, he's going to need us more than ever," Elijah said plainly.
"I think Freya gives him a thrashing tonight, you the night after that and me the night after that. If he can behave himself, he can avoid the forth one. If not, we'll make it a triple crown affair. If Vanessa turns, he will be in charge of helping her transition," Klaus offered.
"It's a plan. God, what if she doesn't transition. If he killed her, she's a hunter," Freya wondered.
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Now, do you need any help for tonight?" Elijah asked Freya.
Kol took his shower. He tried not to think of Davina and what the ancestors may be doing to her. None of this was her fault. To be born a witch came with power, but also much responsibility. In the old times, witches feared being hunted and executed from outsides, now the covens attacked their own.
After dressing for bed, Kol drank his blood bag. He felt a little sick from the vervain. What had he been thinking? If he was a regular vampire, he would have been unconscious. He wondered if Vanessa had turned. In his exploits, Kol had turned many vampires, but rarely stuck around to help them adjust. Yes, he was a dead beat dad in that sense.
Freya knocked and came in. He wanted to cry looking at his beautiful eldest sister, so alive, still so young. She had a determined look on her face.
"Freya, did Vanessa wake up?" Kol asked quietly.
"Not yet, that I know of, Niklaus is going to check on her now," Freya replied.
"So, they sent you to be the executioner? Short end of the stick, eh?" Kol joked lamely.
"I was doing this whether they liked it or not. Now, they did like it, so we all agree. But I need to you to know that we all feel for you. And, sweetheart, you're going to be okay. But as I said earlier, you need this," Freya smiled.
"So...," Kol wanted to be anywhere but here right now, yet he didn't want to be alone.
"So, you are grounded until further notice. That's for everyone's protection due to the murders that you committed and hid that had the town council in a tizzy," Freya said slowly.
"Grounded, like Matt and Jeremy? I don't drain someone every time I go out, luv," Kol started to arguing.
"There will be no arguing," Freya said fixing him with her stare.
"Yes, m'am. And?" Kol asked nervously.
"And I'm giving you your punishment tonight," She said slipping the wooden spoon out of the back of her waistband and tossing it on the bed.
"Really, dear sister, I know you are strong, but you know I'm an Original vampire. Is there any point to this charade?" Kol scoffed. He wasn't sure he could submit to a spanking from Freya. With Nik and Elijah, it was different, they were both stronger than him and could physically over power him when they needed to. With Freya, he would have to force himself to take it, the thought terrified him.
"Well, I have a few witchy tricks up my sleeve. Don't worry about that," Freya smiled.
Kol flushed and wanted to die of shame. He supposed if he wanted to make Davina proud, he would have to accept the consequences for his foul deeds and immature behavior. He deserved far worse in truth.
"Aye, Freya, I'm sorry about this. I love you for trying to help me. I truly do not deserve your kindness. I do want to be better and if this is what it takes, I will try my hardest, although I might die of embarrassment," Kol submitted.
"That's going to be the least of your worries come the day after tomorrow when Elijah tends to you, then the night after, you spend with Niklaus. If your behavior impresses her and you can take your spankings like a big boy, the forth day can be cancelled, if not..." Freya paused and cringed.
"What, darling. Just tell me," Kol begged.
"All three of us are going to spank you," Freya concluded.
"Ah, bloody hell! That's like medieval, not even some of the Spanish inquisitors were that cruel," Kol whined.
"Whining will not save you, brother. Now I will admit that Elijah mentioned a switch, so I really think you need to do your best to cooperate, okay?" Freya warned.
Kol paled and bit his lip, "He said that?"
"If a switching is going to keep you from kidnapping and murdering local school teachers then that is what we are going to do to keep everyone safe. And I'm sure Niklaus will be treating you to a hearty session with the wooden paddle. It seems to help the boys behave a mite better than you have been lately," Freya snapped.
Kol nodded and grimaced, "Well, when you put it that way, I guess I cannot argue. Where do you want me? Over the couch? The bed?"
Freya laughed, "Don't be silly, you are going right over my knee."
Kol paled even more, "I won't fit."
Freya sat far back on the bed, grabbed her spoon. She had a pouch of liniment that she had created.
"Kol, be a dear and grab two bath towels and a damp wash cloth, would you?" Freya asked politely. Kol did as she bade him. She took the one bath towel and spread it over her lap. No use getting the oily liniment all over her.
"Take down your sweats. You can leave your underpants up for now. Lay over my lap. Quickly, you don't want extra swats, believe me," Freya warned him sternly.
Kol undid his drawstring pants and dropped them to his ankles. He just kicked them off. He was wearing tight black boxer briefs and a white undershirt. His whole body flushed at standing in front of his sister like this. If her intent was to make him feel young and vulnerable, it worked.
"Over, hurry up," Freya demanded. Kol's arms and legs would be supported by the bed.
To protect his modesty, she ordered him to lift up and yanked down his briefs to his knees. He wanted to shout out in protest, but he thought of Davina and the innocent woman he had killed tonight.
Freya opened her strange pouch of liniment. She started smoothing it over his backside and thighs. It smelled old to him, and a tad flowery.
"This is a new recipe of mine. It will slow your healing and since you enjoyed the vervain so much tonight, I added a little. It may burn, but I think you will learn a strong lesson," Freya dictated.
"Freya, really? I won't heal? Isn't it bad enough that you're seeing my bare arse?" Kol gasped. He was starting to feel a little burning.
"Oh, Kol, don't be ridiculous. I was a nurse for a time in my year in the 19th century. You will heal, but closer to a human rate until this wears off. Now, when the last time you got a spanking? This might hurt worse than that," Freya demanded.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Freya started swatting him lightly all over his backside. She knew she didn't want to wear out her hand.
"I asked you a question. When was the last time you got a spanking?" Freya repeating smacking Kol's behind right in the center across both cheeks until she got an answer. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"Um, Nik walloped me for *crack* not telling them Marcel left for New Orleans and trashing my *spank* room a few months ago," Kol gasped trying not to move out of position.
"Did he use his hand on your bottom?" Freya pressed.
"No, he paddled me *swat*with a damn bath brush. It really *smack*hurt," Kol remembered.
"Were you angry with him after?" Freya inquired.
Kol thought back, "No, *swat* ouch. Um, I was angry at him before,*swat* but not after. *swat* He stayed with me and..."
"What, sweetheart?" Freya said, now smacking the crease under his cheeks with her hand.
"He fed with his *crack* blood. I had *spank* been hungry and he healed *swat* me and then held me all night," Kol began to cry.
"Why are you upset, baby brother?" Freya said still smacking him, now swatting each cheek in the center once and going side to side.
"I don't deserve all of you. I'm really bad sometimes. If Davina knew, she wouldn't want me," Kol sobbed. Freya had paused and started to tear up herself. He was in so much pain, but yet he had caused pain also.
"She would forgive you anything, but we are going to get your behavior under control. I mean it Kol, you are wonderful with your nephews and little brothers. They know you love them and they love you, but no more sneaking out, feeding on innocents, cursing. Any of that kind of misbehavior is going to get you sent to your room and spanked. I don't think your nephews and brothers need to know you are being punished. They look up to you and want to be like you. You need to be an example to them," Freya lectured in a a calm, even voice. She wasn't sure he was hearing every word but she was swatting him slowly now and turning his whole behind an even pink.
"I will be, sister. I will do it for all of you. I'm sorry for hiding it all. It's really smarting and burning," Kol confessed. He was trying to not kick, he knew he looked silly, but he couldn't help himself. The liniment was working to make the effects of the spanking more intense and acute. It was stronger than the salve she made before. She wasn't even sure this could be used on Marcel.
"Okay, I'm going to put more liniment on, and then you're getting the spoon," Freya shared. He jerked a little as she smoothed more of the oily substance over his sore cheeks. It felt so cool and soothing at first and then the burning kicked in.
"You can kick, but no reaching back and trying to get up," Freya demanded picking up the large wooden spoon. She tapped his behind with it a few times and his stomach dropped. The only way she could continue the spanking was to think of Vanessa, who was now dead... Doomed to the bloodlust and rage that had killed her for eternity.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Ahhhh," Kol yelled out and almost pushed himself up after getting three sharp smacks to his sit spots. Crack! Crack! Crack! He tried to grip his hands together under his head, but the pain was just too intense and his hand shot back.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Put your hands behind your back. Now," Freya insisted giving him a pillow to put under his head. She had some experience in having a naughty child, or even servant over her knees throughout her centuries. Freya had even had some experience on the other side, from living and working with families over the last 1000 years, especially when she had escaped from Dahlia's grasp.
She held Kol's wrists behind his back and began to continue paddling him hard with the spoon. The instrument soon was leaving circular shaped red marks that were white for a moment, blotchy everywhere they touched. Kol did start kicking hard and rocking from side to side, but he could not avoid the spoon. The pain was so sharp that each whack took his breath away and almost stunned him. It was shocking to him.
"S-stop, please. I won't kill anyone or drink their b-blood. Oww," Kol moaned wiggling and thrashing as much as he could.
"Your temper tantrum tonight cost someone her mortal life," Freya said swatting his thighs firmly now, as Kol broke into heavier sobs and wails. Freya took a moment to let him breath. Hurting him was painful to her, but she knew he couldn't move on, until he was forgiven and forgave himself. This hunger and bloodlust was not natural, their mother Ester cursed him with this. To have to fight the urge to feed off of humans, made immortality seem like a nightmare. Freya used this anger to pepper Kol's backside with another minute of smacks that left him kicking and almost pushing himself up.
"Behave yourself. You deserve every smack don't you? What am I punishing you for?" Freya asked ruefully. She paddled the center of his behind firmly which caused him to shriek and raise up for a moment.
Kol sobbed out, "Killing Vanessa, other people, lying, sneaking around, and...ouch! Bloody-" Pop! POP! POP!
"That would be cursing," Freya reminding him now paddling the spoon on his thighs until the crest of his backside to right under his behind was a deep red. Some spots were almost purple. She realized that Kol had stopped struggling and was just slumped over her lap weeping.
"I miss her so much already, Freya. What if they are torturing her?" Kol cried. She let go of his hands and he brought them to his face. She instructed him not to touch his bare backside or his hands would burn from the vervain.
"Kol, you can't worry about her or control what happens. Davina will come back. What you can control is how you spend the time until she comes back. If you become a maniac, how is Davina going to feel? Who is she going to depend on? You have to be strong and brave and the good person you were meant to be. And when you slip up or need help, we're here to talk or smack your behind, whatever you need us to do," Freya promised.
Kol sniffed and agreed.
"Kol, does it hurt more than when Klaus last spanked you? You took that really well. I'm proud of you. Be honest, how much does it hurt?" Freya wondered.
"Aye, Freya. Even when I haven't had a lot of blood, the healing is so much faster normally. I mean not that I get smackings that much anymore, but you know, this hurts a lot more. I haven't been in this much pain since I was human," Kol whined. Freya had gotten the impression that Elijah had also spanked Kol at least once since they were all back together.
"Okay, I'm just to use this wet rag and put some of the other salve on to stop the vervain from burning so much. It's going to sting, but then I think it will start to heal again. But again, don't touch your behind or your hands will hurt," Freya ordered, gently blotting his throbbing backside.
"Oww, ouch. P-please, s-stop," Kol begged and started kicking again like a little boy as she added the other salve. In a moment though, it cooled down and he got some relief. Freya pulled up his underpants as gently as she could.
"Okay, little brother, can you get up?" Freya said. She stood up with him and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back and looked into her eyes.
"I don't like doing that, Kol. It was harder than I thought it could be, but we aren't going to lose you. Not to a box, not to despair or grief. We need you, too. Are you okay?"
"I'm okay, luv. Sore as all, well it hurts. So ya are a Mikaelson truly, I never would have guessed you could smack that hard. You know when you pinned my hands, I couldn't move, what was that, some magic?" Kol smiled, wiping his face with the clean towel she handed him. And then putting his sweats back on.
"No, sweetheart, I think that was your guilty conscience making sure you learned your lesson," Freya laughed.
"That spoon and your new liniment would teach the devil himself to be an angel. I mean it, sister, I don't deserve all of you helping me. Thank you for standing by me, always and forever," Kol said getting emotional.
"If you say you don't deserve us one more time, I'm going to pull down your pants and swat you on your sore behind. Now, stop it," Freya scolded lightly.
"I yield. I can't take a single more smack. But I have a question. Do you think it would be okay if we went and checked on Vanessa?" Kol asked.
"I don't see why not. You're grounded to the house, but not confined to your room. Klaus should be with her still," Freya reported.
Kol admitted, "I'm a little nervous. It's been a century since I sired anyone. Sometimes they don't work out like ya think they do."
"Well, at least she can't be a hunter anymore," Freya offered.
Kol agreed, "Unless she is like deep undercover. Double agent? Is that what they call it? Could work."
"Stranger things have happened around here," Freya.