Pairing: Elijah/Kol (M/M) otk, stick
Vanessa's second day of being a vampire was a strange one. She slept, but had vivid dreams. All of her dreams were about blood. It was as if every cell in her body cried out for it.
Freya brought her a blood bag in the morning and asked how she slept. Freya then gave her a strong herbal tea that they hoped would help her blood lust at least a little. Vanessa's other senses were much more attuned. She heard every clink and clank in the pipes, saw individual dust motes in the air, and smelled things in other rooms.
"Freya, what about my condo and my job? Will people just think I'm dead?" Vanessa asked while sipping on her blood.
"I think Alaric is taking care of all of that. He is willing to stop by when you are ready to see him," Freya reassured her.
"I'm afraid to be around regular humans. I know you could fight me off with magic if I attacked you, but others? It just seems too risky," Vanessa admitted.
"Well, I need to get the boys up. Elijah usually makes sure the older kids get off to school on time, but the younger ones have a tutor who comes in about an hour," Freya reported.
"If they need an English teacher, you have me. Not really busy down here," Vanessa joked.
"Vanessa, that would actually be great, maybe tonight if you feel up to it? We'll pay you of course," Freya offered.
"I mean need a new job anyway if being in a school is too tempting. Don't want to drain any of the students," Vanessa said quietly.
"Oh Vanessa, don't worry. We'll get you through this. After all, this is all my handsome, but mischievous little brother's fault," Freya said the last part loud enough for Kol to hear as he came into the room.
"I cannot disagree with the handsome part," Kol smirked.
"Behave yourself," Freya warned lightly as she left.
"Yes, ma'am," Kol replied.
"You look better today. Did you bring me any blood?" Vanessa asked hopefully.
"No, luv. I'm sorry. I know it's hard but less is more at the start believe me," Kol cautioned.
"Or what? You'll toss my corpse into the quarry?" Vanessa scoffed.
"My nephew Matt yelled at me this morning at breakfast for turning you. He said you were the only literature teacher he ever liked," Kol shared.
"Ah, so they know now?" Vanessa asked surprised.
"Well, they live here so it's kind of hard to hide things. They use the weight room one level up. You know, you're not a prisoner, right? It's just these first few days and weeks are especially rough," Kol explained.
"I know. I think it's better I said here. My emotions have been back and forth like a pinball," Vanessa confessed.
"Hey, we have pinball, pingpong, pool, and all that stuff in our game room. Maybe we can go up later, once the boy's tutor leaves?" Kol offered.
"No thanks. But you could bring me some books. That would be nice," Vanessa suggested.
"Deal," Kol agreed.
Kol spent the day helping Freya with the younger boys and her various little chores. Klaus was upset because Marcel and Rebekah weren't sure when they were coming back. Elijah was looking into witch affairs and his contacts trying to see how the coven got Davina. No one heard from Mikael.
By the next afternoon, Kol was getting anxious. He knew it was his "date" with Elijah, or 'round two' as he thought of it was coming up soon. Freya had mentioned him getting a switching, which was something he feared, especially if he got another dose of that liniment. Kol knew truly that he deserved a far worse consequence, and could not rightly beg for mercy. The worry of it all, did keep his mind from what the ancestors might be doing to Davina. His siblings were keeping a close eye on him, making sure that he ate, slept, and wasn't cracking up again.
As he had told Vanessa, Matt was upset about his uncle murdering and turning his now-favorite teacher. All Kol could do is admit that it had been a mistake and that it shouldn't have happened. It sounded lame even to him, but what else could he say?
After the evening meal, Elijah supervised the kitchen clean-up. Klaus was talking about hiring another housekeeper, but Elijah argued it was good for the kids to have responsibilities. The cleaning crew did come twice a week. Kol wondered if they were afraid he'd drain the next housekeeper, especially now that they knew about his little secret outings that resulted in murder.
"Niklaus got us two new game systems today, Elijah," Finn told Elijah as he handed him a plate.
"Oh really? Two?" Elijah smiled, but inwardly groaned.
"Yes, a 360 and a PS3!" Jeremy intoned looking none too pleased.
"I thought you boys already had those in your room," Elijah replied glancing from the kitchen to see where Niklaus was. He really needed to have that talk with him.
"No, we just had a playstation and a Wii that Jer brought from his house. It's kind of not fair that they get two new systems because Finn is breaking our controllers and messing with our games," Matt answered.
"Look, gentleman, you need to learn how to share and stop bickering over all of this nonsense or I'm going to lock it up in my safe," Elijah snapped.
Matt looked hurt. Jeremy looked closely at Elijah to see if he was serious.
"Uncle Elijah, you don't understand! They got rewarded for breaking our stuff. That's why we're mad!" Jeremy shouted.
"Jeremy, I don't like your tone one bit. If it were up to me, you would not be permitted to play any games while you are being restricted to this house-," Elijah started.
"Well, I guess we're lucky it's not up to you!" Jeremy cried, throwing down his dishtowel on the counter and walking out.
"Jeremy, come back here right now!" Elijah called.
"Want me to get him?" Matt asked softly.
"No, Matthew. It's okay. Let him go cool off, but thank you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you," Elijah responded.
Jeremy slammed into their room and threw himself on the bed. He knew he was already grounded and probably going to get into more trouble, but he didn't care. Tyler was usually the hot head, but he was out somewhere with Caroline, so Jeremy felt he had to defend their position. That Finn was nothing but a little brat. Henrik was more low key, but took up a lot of Klaus' time lately too. Jeremy wasn't jealous, just irritated, he told himself.
Jeremy texted Bonnie that he was probably going to be grounded forever now. She replied that she was having dinner with her dad and would talk to him later. Jeremy pulled out his ipod nano and started listening to music. He just wanted to be left alone anyway.
A few minutes later, Jeremy felt a tap on his arm.
"What?" he yelled turning.
It was Finn.
"Jeremy?" Finn said tentatively.
"Yeah, sorry, man. I had my music up loud. Did Uncle Elijah send you?"
Jeremy asked looking up at the door. He was thinking if he got called to the study, he was getting his butt whupped.
"No, but we are watching a movie downstairs if you want to come," Finn asked slowly.
"Nah, Finn. I'm in a really bad mood," Jeremy admitted.
"Why?" Finn asked.
Jeremy felt a spike of irritation, but let it go.
"I don't know," Jeremy admitted.
"Is it cause you hate me?" Finn asked tentatively.
"What? Finn, no man, I don't hate you. Why do you think that?" Jeremy asked taking off his headphones and sitting up.
"I heard you talking," Finn continued.
"Finn, I don't hate you. I was mad about the controllers and you messing with our room and not getting in trouble, okay?" Jeremy admitted.
Finn paused a second and didn't say anything.
"What is it, Finn?" Jeremy asked.
"Nothing," Finn said, turning to leave.
"Henrik broke the controller, didn't he?" Jeremy said.
"I told him that you guys would be mad. He did't mean to break it. It was an accident!" Finn said excitedly.
"So you took the blame? Dude, we thought you did it on purpose. If we knew the truth, no one would be mad," Jeremy told him plainly.
"Oh, I was just afraid for him," Finn confessed.
"Really. Finn, I'll be honest, I didn't know you cared that much about other people. That's kind of cool that you did that. But in the future, around here, you can just tell the truth, okay? Everyone will try to understand," Jeremy said patting him on the arm.
Finn smiled a little, "Okay, I will. So you will come watch the movie?"
"Sure," Jeremy smiled back getting up.
"Boys, are you coming down? Everyone is waiting," Elijah said from the doorway.
"Yeah, we're coming," Jeremy said pushing Finn a little ahead.
"Good," Elijah said fondly. He didn't want to argue with Jeremy.
"Uncle Elijah, I didn't mean what I said before. Sorry," Jeremy said flushing.
"Thank you. I heard the end part of what you said to Finn. I'm very proud of you for being so mature. Now, go watch the movie. I have to do something, but maybe I'll catch the ending," Elijah said hugging him briefly.
"Finn didn't even break the controller, he said Henrik did on accident. Maybe if we had been a little nicer about the whole thing, they would have just told us the truth," Jeremy offered.
"Oh Jeremy, we never know what others will do. All we can control are ourselves. It's going to take some time for you all to learn how to adjust to each other. Hang in there," Elijah consoled walking him out the door.
Jeremy went to join the others and Elijah went to get something in his quarters, then he was off to deal with Kol.
Kol had talked to Rebekah earlier. He tried to be strong on the phone, but hearing the depression and hopelessness in her voice was hard. She asked him if he had been controlling himself and he ended up telling her about Vanessa and the other three he had killed. She was disappointed, but not disgusted with him. She claimed that once Davina was back Marcel would get revenge on the witches and take their ill gotten power away from them.
Elijah had set a tall jar of the liniment on his dresser along side a three foot plastic stick. Kol wasn't sure if it was from some type of tent or something, but it's purpose was clear: it would be used across his backside. Kol bathed and dressed for bed in his typical sleep pants and t-shirt. He had drank an extra blood bag, not sure if this was cheating, but also not sure he could take the pain of a thrashing well tonight.
"Hello, brother. I'd ask you if you are ready, but I'm not sure either of us are," Elijah revealed.
Kol looked up in surprise, Elijah usually was very stern and strict at the start of his punishments.
"I wish I could do everything differently," Kol admitted.
"You know, you've never been so repentant before, brother. I am not here to judge you. None of us adults are innocent here, save Freya. As vampires, we've all killed many. But with blood banks, things have been easier the past few decades. Yet so many vampires still hunt. Is it our nature? Our purpose? I know not. But what I do know is that you feel for those souls you took from the world recently and Vanessa. You have a humanity and conscious that you haven't always had. That is positive, but when you do something wrong, you suffer the guilt," Elijah started, leaning against the dressed.
"I won't fight you. I mean, I will try to take it," Kol imparted.
"Good. You'll be punished and then we can move on. I want you to tell me about the murders and all that happened before I whack you," Elijah said indicating the stick.
"It was before Davina. There were times I would just find myself outside at night, roaming, hungry. The one bloke was a vagabond. I compelled him to tell me if anyone would miss him and he said no. I drained him and threw his body in the quarry. The second was an evil doer. He told me he was looking for someone to harm. I did the same with him. The third, I think I was upset that night, I'm not sure over what and I drained the body and threw the head. The next night Tyler and his friend went out to investigate the scene," Kol explained.
"Did he have your permission?" Elijah asked wrying.
"Absolutely not. He told Freya he did and went to the Grill and then ended up there. I even punished him as I thought you or Klaus would have done for putting his life in danger. I didn't want him to know it could have been from me, a ripper," Kol testified.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Elijah demanded.
Kol admitted, "Elijah, I just didn't know what to say. Then, Davina came and I no longer found myself outside in the night wandering around. It was like the broken me, became whole."
Elijah picked up the liniment, "Well, we are going to make sure this never happens again. If you find yourself in the position of being a ripper, you'll find yourself in the position of getting another whipping afterwards."
Kol nodded. Being whipped would maybe be more painful, but less humbling, than just getting spanked. But then he saw Elijah move an armless chair from the other side of the room over.
"Come now, Freya made another bit of this liniment. This one will slow your healing, but doesn't have vervain in it," Elijah announced.
"I can just put it on myself. I mean, you don't have to, you know, do it for me," Kol stammered.
"Young man, I am going to be applying this de facto cane to your behind, but not before I warm you up with a proper spanking. We both know you learn best over my knee. Sleep pants and underwear off," Elijah said briskly.
Kol groaned and even glanced at the door. He might be able to make it? So much for a little dignity. Anytime, he ran from a spanking in the past, it only got him an additional session over the knee. Kol's face colored thinking of the time when he escaped Elijah's discipline for a moment only to be caught and spanked on the spot by Klaus in front of Marcel and Rebekah in the parlor of their compound in New Orleans. He remembered the surprised looks on their faces and then getting marched back up to his bedroom to face the original spanking he had run from. Nay, it was not worth it.
Kol dropped his pants and briefs and kicked them to the side. Seeing Elijah's face, he bent and folded them and set them back on the dresser. Kol's t-shirt did give him some coverage, but not enough.
Elijah directed, "Over my lap, please."
Kol arranged himself so his backside was over Elijah's lap. There were no rungs on the chair so he'd have to hold Elijah's leg or the chair leg.
Kol felt the cooling liniment get smoothed on from his hips to his calves. Elijah had whipped him before on the backs of his legs and he always found it extremely painful, so the application of the liniment there was not a good sign.
"I'm going to spank you first with my hand and then you will get your whipping. You ready?" Elijah asked resting his right hand on Kol's glistening behind.
"Aye, Elijah," Kol muttered. His head was swimming. He was tall enough that his feet were near to the ground, but he felt ridiculous.
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
Without the fast healing, Kol bit his lip hard, because those first six swats to his cheeks were hard and fast. The last even seemed hard enough to propel him forward further on Elijah's lap. Elijah tightened his left arm, which was braced over Kol's back.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The second set left him breathless and digging his toes into the carpet. Elijah was now lowering the swats to the top of his thighs.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Kol started to buck and kick at two hard blows to each sit spot.
Elijah then lightened his smacks and started to randomly cover the whole area. Kol clutched onto his leg and tried to control his attempts to move. It became impossible after a time. Elijah smacked his entire backside for two more minutes. Finally, Elijah had to shake the ache out of his hand. He had rarely spanked anyone so hard with his hand for so long. Elijah rested his hand on Kol's lower thighs and tapped them with his hand.
"Do you like being over my knee, little brother?" Elijah asked. He figured if he could take the pain and humiliation, then he would try a different tactic to get through to him.
Swat! Swat!
"No! Of course not. I hate it. I'm 1000 years old. I shouldn't have to worry about getting spanked," Kol spat.
"Yet, this isn't the first and won't be the last spanking you take this week, why? Tell me why you are here, Kol?" Elijah asked, now rubbing his sore cheeks gently.
"I lost control! I killed people. I lied and hid things. I-," Kol cried.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"And what?" Elijah asked softly. He heard the tears in his brother's voice.
"I didn't ask for help. I wanted you to think I was okay and be proud of me," Kol wailed. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Baby brother, I am proud of you. I want to help you. I want to be here for you," Elijah comforted. Elijah was swatting him from cheek to cheek again firmly.
"Elijah, I know I'm just a disgrace. I've always been a 'disgrace to this family', You told me that. It's true," Kol sobbed.
Elijah's face fell. Oh god, he had said that to him. It was what? 1913? 1912? Around the time of the paragon diamond, those issues with those gangster wolves, it was true, Elijah had said that.
"Kol, get up. Here, get up," Elijah pulled him up to a standing position. Kol's hands went to cover his tear filled face.
"Look at me," Elijah said grabbing his hands, "I never meant that. Come here." Elijah pulled him down to his lap and let his sore bottom hang in the space between his legs.
"Brother, forgive me. I was wrong. I lost my temper with you so much that year. I slapped you in the face twice after the Christmas party, I said that to you, I shouted at you, I was afraid we were losing control of New Orleans and reacted badly," Elijah said hugging him tightly. A century came rushing back in an instant. The good and the bad.
Kol nodded and let Elijah hold him.
"There is no excuse for my cruel words that time. You had been a bit naughty, but we took care of that. I know things were hard for you then, Marcellus got a lot of the attention from all of us. The factions were fighting terribly. I wish I could take all that pain away, but I can't. Look at me and let me know you forgive me. Brother, I swear to you that I didn't mean it," Elijah said kissing him on the head. Elijah shut his eyes as tears of his own slid down his cheeks.
"Elijah, I forgive you. I do. I don't like being over your knee, but I know you do it to keep me from worst things," Kol admitted.
"And I'm going to give you a licking so you can put this behind you. You still have Niklaus to face the day after. Then, we shall see. I hate to see you suffering over Davina, but I believe she will be back. When she is back, she'll want you to be whole and present, not filled with regret. We love you and will do these unpleasant things, if they help keep you with us. Let's finish this," Elijah said.
Kol wiped his face again and stood up. Elijah moved the chair so that Kol could bend over the back and grip on to the seat.
"Bend over. Believe me, I hate to do this, but if a sore backside keeps you sane and functioning...then, that is what we will do," Elijah cautioned.
"Elijah, I don't need a whipping. That liniment. It's always not healing me. Please, don't," Kol begged. He was terrified of the first blow especially.
Picking up the white flexible rod, Elijah came near the chair and lined it up with the center of Kol's backside.
"You don't have to count. Hold on to the chair and do not let go or that will not count," Elijah cautioned. He tapped his backside with the stick and then quickly lifted it and brought it down hard on Kol's upturned bottom.
Whap! Kol cried out but clutched onto the chair.
Whap! Elijah worked his way down to Kol's thighs. He was not hitting as hard as he could have because he knew this was a very sharp, intense pain.
Whap! Whap! Whap!
Kol could not help but stomping and yelping as the cane continued it's path to his calves.
The rod was leaving red marks, but not welts. When Elijah reached the calves, he paused.
"What are you going to do the next time you need help, brother?" Elijah said tapping him lightly with the stick.
"Come to you, Niklaus, or Freya and talk," Kol said gasping. He was not longer sobbing, but trying to stay in position with all of his efforts.
"If you become overwrought over Davina?" Elijah said whacking him.
Whap!
"Awww, Rebekah and Marcel told me to call them," Kol groaned.
"How are you going to help Vanessa?" Elijah said whipping him again.
Whack!
"Oww, I-I will be honest with her. I told her that I was s-sorry," Kol yelped as he got another lash.
Whap!
"Good. She's a lovely person. I know Matt is upset with you. And Kol, I was very impressed with how nicely you talked to him. I don't think you realize how much those boys do look up to you and love you. You have been nothing, but good to them," Elijah shared.
Tap!
"Thank you, 'Lijah," Kol choked out.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Okay, a few more and then you're going to bed," Elijah said.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
Elijah worked the stick up a little higher and brought it down firmer across the center of Kol's behind three more times. Whack! Whack! Whack!
Kol was sobbing heavily now. The whipping had been agonizing, especially used with the liniment.
Elijah left him bent over the chair a moment and peeled back the sheets and comforter on Kol's bed.
"It's over, Kol. You can get up. Come on, let's get you into bed," Elijah walked him over to the bed and helped him get in on his stomach.
"Freya gave me the salve that should help your healing again," Elijah said. There were no welts, but the stick had left red marks and the hard spanking had left Kol's backside looking very painful in spots.
Kol heard Elijah drag over the chair he had spanked him in over to the bed. He felt a pang of fear, yet seconds later he felt the cooling salve being gently applied. Kol was still crying a little into the crook of his elbow. His whole backside to calves area was throbbing and stinging, but what hurt him were his deceit, his failures, and the inability to help his love. Ah, as Elijah smoothed on the salve, he felt some tingling. It was slow, but eased some of the physical pain.
Elijah was now patting his back, "Okay, you're all right. No more bad feelings. I want you to be happy. I know you don't feel like that is possible, but if you think we're going to let you mope around here until Davina gets back, you got another thing coming. And I mean it, you get upset, come talk to someone."
Kol vowed, "I will, 'Lijah. What was that dodgy stick anyway? Rattan?"
Elijah smiled, "I found it in the closet. I think it may be the thing that twists the blinds shut. I know that hurt, but I didn't know how I'd get a switch up here without everyone seeing. Plus, even with the sound proofing..."
"No, no, thank you, brother. No switch needed. I'll be the best behaved lad here, I swear," Kol sniffed, he did rub his red, raw skin but it hurt so he gave up.
"Well, you are confined to the house. However, if you need to get out, let one of us know and we'll go with you. We shall make sure that you don't eat anyone and that you have trousers on," Elijah said.
"Aye, but no trousers tonight please. Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" Kol asked.
"Always and forever, little brother," Elijah said rubbing his back gently.