Pairing: Niklaus/Henrik (M/m) otk, paddle
Marcel had been hearing rumors about a new crew of witches in the Quarter. Rumors were always flying around, so it wasn't until the bodies started dropping that he started to take it seriously.
"Hey boss, I think we got a problem," Diego called from the bottom level of the compound up to Marcel, who was drinking a cup of blood. Marcel liked to lean over the balcony and survey his little kingdom down below. Rebekah was in the bedroom on the phone with Freya.
Marcel jumped down. Diego was one of his top guys and didn't panic easily.
"That's not good. Just tell me straight," Marcel said.
"No, boss, you have to see this for yourself," Diego frowned.
Marcel nodded.
"Rebekah, I'm going out," Marcel yelled up.
Diego took Marcel to the parking lot where they had found the recently killed young vampires this morning.
The bodies were arranged in a perfect circle. Six vampires with a sigil carved into their forehead. The bodies were left right out in the open.
These were not murders, these were a message.
"I know this sigil. It's a sacrificial rune for power. There is a witch siphoning their power into himself. But we killed him in 1913..." Marcel said in shock. It was impossible, but yet no one else living knew the symbol. They had killed them all.
Papa Tunde was back.
Tap, tap.
"Come in," Klaus said. He had showered, shaved, and dressed in clean clothes.
"Dad, Uncle Elijah said you wanted to see Henrik," Tyler said.
"Yes, I'm not sure 'see' is the word. But Henrik, I want you to know that I am not angry and I don't believe Tyler is, are you, son?" Klaus asked leading them to the sitting area of the large room.
"No, I'm not, Henrik. I was scared at first because I knew that I might turn into a werewolf and hurt someone. I was also confused because I figured the ring was someone in the bathroom, but we couldn't find it. And honestly, man, I know that I was a little mean to you about the games. I'm sorry about that. Before I came here, I was an only child and I'm not really used to younger kids. If I can forgive you, can you forgive me?" Tyler asked.
"Yeah, Tyler. I meant to give it back to you and then I forgot. After that, I don't really know why I didn't give it back. I guess I was a little mad at you," Henrik flushed.
"Thank you, boys. I would love to leave it at that. But Henrik a while ago, remember when you bit Freya and were very naughty?" Klaus prompted.
"Yeah, you smacked me," Henrik recalled a bit stubbornly.
"Yes, and what did I tell you would happened if you attacked someone in the family again?" Klaus pressed.
Henrik's face grew hot with embarrassment and he couldn't help but look at Tyler. He remembered but didn't want to say it.
"Buddy, you don't have to feel weird. Believe me," Tyler said leaving it at that.
"That you would put me over your knee for another spanking," Henrik said, his eyes filling up with tears. He didn't think Niklaus really meant it. He had been threatened a few times with early bedtimes and losing his toys, but it had never happened.
"That's right. Since you attacked Kol and pinned Finn with magic, I don't think a few smacks with my hand is enough," Klaus started. No, he recalled the special whip that Father only used on Niklaus. Was it here? Somewhere in this house?
"No, brother, don't whip me! I'm sorry, I won't do it again," Henrik jumped up in panic.
"Sweetheart, I'm not going to whip you. Why would you even think that?" Klaus said pulling the now trembling boy to him.
"I remember Father hitting you in the barn and Elijah trying to stop him. You were bloody and, he wouldn't stop until Rebekah got in front of him," Henrik trembled.
"You saw that, you were supposed to be in bed. They saved me that night and none of us would ever let that happen to you. You don't ever have to worry about us beating you like that, no matter what you do. You're getting a sound spanking and then your punishment is over, okay? It's going to sting for a little while, but only enough to make you think twice the next time you want to misbehave. Tyler, get the paddle, your old paddle and show him," Klaus said rubbing his hands up Henrik's arms.
"Sad I know where you keep it," Tyler mumbled going to the bedside table where Klaus had kept it since his mom passed it over.
"It will be yours someday, son. When you have kids... Though, you have plenty of time for that," Klaus smiled.
Tyler came back and held up the wooden paddle shaped into a hand and said, "See? This is what I used to get, and sometimes still do, get spanked with, when I'm bad. It stings but after a little while, you're okay. See? It's a hand!"
Henrik looked up and giggled a little at the 'helping hand' paddle.
"Don't laugh too hard, mister, it really smarts on a bare butt," Tyler smiled.
"You still get spanked?" Henrik giggled again, looking at Tyler.
"Not that much! Laugh now, because someday, you'll be driving to high school with a red backside yourself," Tyler joked, going to tickle Henrik, who squealed.
"Okay, thank you, Tyler. I think we're going to get this over with. What say you?" Klaus said standing up Henrik.
"Wait!" Henrik said to Tyler who was leaving.
"Tyler, will you stay?" Henrik begged.
Tyler glanced at his father, surprised.
"You mean, during your spanking?" Tyler asked.
"Yes, please," Henrik asked.
"If it's okay with Dad. I guess," Tyler said. He didn't really want to, but couldn't turn his back on the boy.
"That would be fine. Maybe you could hold his hands when it's time for the paddle?" Klaus suggested.
Klaus turned Henrik over his left knee and held him down with his left arm across his back.
"Brother, I'm going to spank you with my hand over your pants first. I want you to think about why you are getting a licking right now. Are you ready?" Klaus asked patting him on the backside softly.
"No! I changed my mind, I can't," Henrik whined.
Smack! Klaus knew that Henrik was panicking.
"Think about how Finn and Kol felt last night," Klaus lectured.
Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Klaus was using very little of his strength, but flicking his wrist a little. He slowly smacked back and forth from cheek to cheek until Henrik started to wiggle and kick.
Using more force, Klaus brought his large hand across both cheeks for the next ten cracks.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Are you starting to feel it, young man? I hope so because you will get a good spanking over my knee anytime you hurt your family," Klaus promised. He was spanking slower and softer than he ever did, but Henrik seemed to be feeling more heat. His kicking increased and he was starting to make some noises.
Klaus began to randomly swat all over Henrik's bottom a bit hander until the boy was kicking and yelling out "owww" and "stop!"
"Tell me why you are here?" Klaus asked now smacking the top of Henrik's thighs.
"I didn't give back the right and I did bad magic," Henrik confessed.
"Why did you do that to Kol?" Klaus asked tapping the center of his behind again.
"He was going to spank me to get the ring. I was scared," Henrik yelped as he got a hard smack of two on the sit spot. Klaus heard a little sob and gave him another circuit of spanks until he really seemed affected.
"I'm sorry," Henrik started to wail out.
"Good. Okay, take a breath. Let's go wash your face and then you'll get your paddling and be done," Klaus determined.
Henrik's hands went to rub his behind.
"No rubbing, now come," Klaus smiled at Tyler to see how his was holding up. He gave Klaus a reassuring smile back. The spanking had been mild so far, but Klaus was planning to be firmer with Henrik. He hoped Tyler was okay with this.
Klaus got a wet rag and washed Henrik's face. He had him use the bathroom and then helped him wash his hands.
"Tyler, can you please bring the paddle over here?" Klaus called. Klaus sat on the spot on the bed where he preferred to spank. He stood Henrik in front of him. He patted to his left for Tyler to sit and gave him a pillow for Henrik's head. Henrik became scared and tried to twist away.
Klaus swatted him on the thigh.
"Behave. You don't want to earn another spanking, do you?" Klaus asked firmly.
"Noooo," Henrik cried.
"Better be good then, nothing is worse than getting spanked again on a sore backside," Tyler warned.
"Yes, which is why we have to behave ourselves during a punishment, no matter how unpleasant. Now, I'm going to take down your pants, honey. Not to embarrass you, but I need to make sure that you are okay and I'm not bruising your backside, okay?" Klaus said.
Henrik cried out and tried to hold on to his pants. Klaus popped him on the behind firmly.
"Stop it. Tyler, grab his hands," Klaus said,
Tyler easily grasped the boys hands and Klaus slipped off his pants and briefs.
"Step out," Klaus directed. Henrik was now stomping up and down and getting hysterical. Klaus turned him and popped him once on each pink cheek. Smack! Smack!
"You are getting a paddling right now whether you like it or not. And don't think of doing any magic or I will call Freya up here and she will spank you on top of this," Klaus threatened.
"I won't. I swear," Henrik said through tears.
"I know this is going to smart, but when I'm spanking you I expect you to cooperate. Tyler will hold your hands and you can kick a little. But typically, trying to get off my lap and avoid the swats will earn you nothing but another paddling. I'm doing this because I love you and want you to be a good boy. Now settle," Klaus ordered.
He lifted Henrik so his bare seat was over Klaus' right thigh. His upper body was resting on the bed and his head was on the pillow that was on Tyler's lap. Henrik's legs were resting on the bed. Klaus picked up the wooden paddle and lined it up with Henrik's behind.
"Ready?" Klaus asked.
Pop!
"Ouch!" Henrik wailed instantly crying and kicking.
Pop!
Pop!
Henrik was flailing and carrying on to the point where Tyler could barely hold his hands. The kicking was over the top.
Pop!
"Henrik, settle yourself down, right now. Your bottom is barely pink. We have a long way to go. If you think throwing a tantrum is going to get you out of what you have coming, your are wrong," Klaus lectured.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus gave him two across each sit spot and the boy screeched bloody murder.
"Ouch, Dad, he bit me!" Tyler yelped, letting go of Henrik's hands and clutching his fingers.
"What?" Klaus said looking over at Tyler. Sure enough, he was bleeding.
"Henrik, what are you thinking?" Klaus stopped paddling and stood up Henrik who was hysterical and trying to rub his backside. Klaus held his arms at his side.
"Why did you bite Tyler?" Klaus asked in horror.
"I just wanted it to stop for a minute," Henrik cried, fighting to get his arms loose.
"Stop struggling and stand still," Klaus growled.
"Tyler, honey, go get that little stool in the corner of your bedroom. It's wood and I think there is a clothes basket on it, please," Klaus asked, holding Henrik's arms.
"Sorry, but it hurts," Henrik whined.
"You're going to sit on that sore bottom in the corner until you calm down. Actually, I have something that may help," Klaus said.
He fished some salve out of the drawer.
"Henrik, I'm going to put this on your backside, it will help make sure that you don't bruise. You getting a longer spanking than I had originally planned on and maybe an afternoon nap," Klaus added.
"No, I don't want to take a nap. I'm not a baby," Henrik wailed.
"Sweetheart, you are not behaving right now. Now, do not touch your backside or this stuff will get on your hands and I'll know," Klaus said smoothing on the salve. It did feel cool at first and then began to burn a little.
"Ouch, Niklaus, it stings. Please, stop," Henrik begged.
"Freya made it. It will help," Klaus promised.
"Sorry, Dad. I couldn't find it, but Uncle Elijah found this on," Tyler said bringing in an even higher stool.
"Oh my, that's going to smart even more because all of his backside will be on it," Klaus cringed. "Thank you, Tyler. Why don't you head out? Did your cut heal? Good."
"Henrik, you better behave and take your spanking like a big boy. I'll play with you later if you are allowed," Tyler hugged the smaller boy with a slightly pink rear.
"Sorry, I bit you, Tyler," Henrik choked out.
"It's already healed. Good luck, Dad," Tyler said leaving quickly. Not only did Tyler now have werewolf healing, Klaus had given him his blood last night to aid his transformation.
"Okay, you are going into the corner on the stool for five minutes. I want your hands on your head. You touch your behind and you are going back over my lap for a spanking and then we start at five minutes again," Klaus said seating Henrik on the stool and told him to stare at the corner.
Henrik yelled out and tried to shove away. Klaus smacked him on the thighs.
"Sit still. Hands on head. Starting the timer," Klaus said looking at his watch.
Henrik cried and tried to kick the wall in frustration, but it put too much pressure on his behind so he stopped.
"Please, Klaus, it hurts. I'm sorry," Henrik sobbed.
"No talking in the corner, Henrik," Klaus said in a quiet, calm voice. He probably should have made the rules for the corner clearer.
"Sorry, I didn't...," Henrik broke into sobs again.
"That's okay. You know now. Almost done," Klaus replied.
After three minutes, Klaus went and help him off the stool. He knew the punishment wasn't over, but he hugged Henrik to him and carried him back to the bed.
"I'm going to finish your spanking and then you are taking a little nap," Klaus said, putting Henrik back into position and picking up the paddle.
His backside was shiny with the salve, but looked almost unblemished. Klaus wasn't sure why he was reacting so strongly to the swats, he was going very easy on him. Klaus had spanked him once before for biting Freya.
"Brother, do you ever recall if you ever had your bottom smacked before this time? I mean, in the village?" Klaus asked lining up the paddle on his bottom, but waiting for him to answer.
"No, Niklaus, I was never that naughty...Never!" Henrik cried.
They had all babied him and protected him from trouble. Niklaus had told him not to follow him the night Henrik got attacked by the wolves, but the child just did as he wanted. Not that it was the boy's fault, but maybe if they would have disciplined him, he would have listened. None of them ever had the heart to punish him. Their mother had been too busy at that point with her magic and Father was often away on voyages with other vikings. They had left Henrik with his siblings, who were used to protecting Niklaus from Mikael.
"Oh brother, just because you never got a real spanking, doesn't mean you didn't deserve it. No matter, I shall make up for it this time and you shall learn how to obey," Klaus said popping his bottom again after picking up the hand shaped instrument.
Smack!
Henrik shouted and thrashed although it was another measured swat.
"You will do the right think or sit on a sore bottom every day from now on," Klaus said smacking him harder with the light weight paddle. It was only plywood and probably made a louder popping sound then it delivered a good sting.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Klaus started to spank harder until Henrik's behind was finally a uniform pink and he was kicking and throwing his palms back to block the spanks. Klaus just kept going until the boy lay calm and sniffling and stopped fighting him. He swatted lower on Henrik's thighs until Henrik uncovered his behind of his own volition. Klaus was still paddling lightly, but more quickly to make sure the boy was learning the errors of his ways.
Klaus put the paddle on the dresser and took a deep breath. It was probably only 30 to 40 minutes since he had started with Henrik, but he felt like it was a lifetime. Klaus realized that his guilt over Henrik's last night on earth a thousand years ago was affecting their relationship now, he had let that go and felt like a new chapter in their lives could begin.
"All done," Klaus said picking him up and standing him in front of him again. Henrik was spent. His did start to rub his behind, but it was stinging and throbbing.
"Sorry, Niklaus," Henrik sniffed.
"I know, baby. You're forgiven for everything. We all love you so much. I'm sorry that we have been tiptoeing around you. You know we have been all treating you like you were glass that would break if we put our foot down with you. No more just sitting there following around Finn," Klaus smiled putting his pants back on him.
"Awww, that stings...,But no more following Finn," Henrik smiled, rubbing his butt now more carefully.
"You can do different things than Finn and be your own person. You can be yourself," Klaus assured him.
"I will. I don't like getting paddled though," Henrik whined.
"I know, sweetheart. You are not supposed to, but just like the other boys I don't see why you and Finn can't start getting grounded, losing your tv time, video games, toys...early bedtime, extra hugs, two baths a day," Klaus joked.
"No! Not tv, that's mean," Henrik argued.
"Then, behave and you won't be punished. I know you don't like the corner. I'll tell you a secret, your Uncle Kol didn't either," Klaus confided.
"It's the worst besides taking a nap," Henrik reasoned.
"How about I take a nap with you? We can talk until you fall asleep," Klaus said settling them into the bed under the covers.
"Is Freya mad at me?" Henrik asked suddenly.
"No, sweetheart, she was just scared that you hurt Kol and Finn. You know witches who hurt other witches would get in a lot of trouble with their covens long ago," Klaus said cuddling with Henrik.
"Like spanked?" Henrik asked in horror.
"No, Henrik, I'm sorry but there are much worse things than that. Say, how did you know how to do that spell on Kol? It's quite powerful," Klaus asked.
"I guess I dreamt it. I didn't think it would work. There was this tall dark man in a funny hat...he kept hissing, but in the dream, he said I should try the spell," Henrik blurted.
Klaus froze.
"Henrik, what did he have around his neck?" Klaus whispered.
"It's funny, Niklaus, because he had a snake. Just like a scarf, right around his neck," Henrik giggled.