Pairing: Elijah/Finn (M/m) hairbrush

Friday Afternoon

Finn really liked to build things. He had finished the plane and car kits that Freya got him and Henrik in New Orleans almost all by himself. Being at home all day with just Henrik to play with got boring sometimes. He started to putter around the house, just messing with things here and there. He usually did it when he was supposed to be napping. Vanessa would help him and Henrik rest in the afternoon after their tutor left and they had lunch. Henrik always slept like the dead pretty much. Finn couldn't. Vanessa told him he could just rest. He was even allowed to read or do something quietly as long as he didn't wake up his brother, but no tv.

The first time he snuck out, he almost got caught. His dad and Vanessa must have been in their quarters. He hadn't realized that his dad could hear his heart beat when he was close to the other side of their door. Finn wanted to know what they were doing in there. He tried to remember things from before, but now they were blurry and he was curious about why they were so eager to be alone.

Uncle Kol caught Finn lurking another time on the 3rd floor. All he did was take him back to his room and tell him a story about a time he caught a tree on fire with his magic a thousand years before. Finn tried to remember the story from his first human life, but nothing came of it. That day, he had fallen asleep.

Finn started to try the door softly around the house. He didn't like it when they were locked. He made a little tool out of a file and a piece of a paperclip from one of his building kits and fixed the doors so they couldn't lock. He thought it was quite clever because now he could open all the doors in the house with his handy little tool when he wanted to. He just hoped Matt didn't find out! He wasn't sure what had happened but he knew Matt got in trouble because of him. He figured he needed to fix that bathroom door before someone figured out it was him.

"What are you doing out of bed, little man?" Marcel said, picking him up.

"Ah, I was just going to the bathroom," Finn lied.

"Oh really? You know you can't really lie to a vampire, young man? So you want to tell me what you are really doing?" Marcel asked a little firmer.

"Why can't I lie to a vampire?" Finn asked innocently.

Marcel took Finn into Klaus' study and sat down at the desk with him on his lap.

"Well, for starters, we can hear it in someone's heartbeat when they lie. It kind of skips a beat. I guess people get nervous when they are doing or saying something wrong. Secondly, you are out here sneaking around looking pretty suspicious. You don't look like a little boy who has to use the potty. Remember, I'm over 200 years old. I wasn't born yesterday. Now, talk," Marcel said giving him a stern look.

"Marcel, I did something bad, but I don't want to get into trouble," Finn confessed looking down. Marcel noticed the tool in Finn's hand.

"Finn, what did you do? I know you don't want to get in trouble, but I think you're gonna feel better when you get it off your chest," Marcel said carefully.

Finn's words came out in a rush,"I was bored and playing with the doors and I fixed some of them so they couldn't lock. Matt did something bad and got caught. I was supposed to be in my room and now Matt's gonna hate me."

Finn started to cry softly and dropped his tool to the floor and it rolled under the desk. Marcel hugged him for a moment.

"So let me guess this straight, instead of napping, you were fooling with the locks the other day. Well, that explains that," Marcel mused.

"Are you going to tell my dad? Matt?" Finn cried.

"No, Finn. But I think you need to. You know why?" Marcel asked tilting his face up at him.

"Why?" Finn cried harder.

"Because even if you get a couple of smacks on your butt or yelled at, after, you're going to feel a whole lot better. And Finn, you can't be messing with stuff around here, okay? Why do you think you are supposed to rest?" Marcel said.

"I don't know," Finn said glumly.

"You know you get a little cranky when you get real tired, right?" Marcel prompted.

"Yes," Finn admitted, "But we're supposed to go to Fun Town and the movies on Saturday! What if I'm not allowed to go?"
"Then you need to accept that. I don't think you meant to cause a big problem, but it happened. I think you sneaking around is the issue. How about this? Let's get you into bed and when you wake up, we'll tell your dad together?" Marcel suggested.

"He's going to be mad," Finn trembled.

"I did worse things when I was your age. I'm still here to tell the tale," Marcel laughed.

"Like what?" Finn asked.

"Like stuff that I'm not tell you about because they might give you ideas. And I'm not sure that your dad thinks I'm too old to get a spanking myself," Marcel said lightly.

Finn laughed at that idea as Finn picked him up again and carried him back to his room.

When Elijah came to get the boys up, he found Marcel napping beside Finn. He smiled and almost wanted to get Klaus for a moment. The years passed so quickly at times. He was taken back to 1820, when Marcel was about ten. They had just gotten him and he had been having a nightmare. Elijah heard him cry out and went in to comfort him. He heard Marcel and soothed him back to sleep. Niklaus came in and Elijah saw the jealousy in his eyes. Elijah had to step back. He had to let his brother be the "Papa" and he had to fade into the shadows somewhat. Niklaus tended to spoil the boy and so Elijah seemed to have to step in and be the bad cop. Marcellus often resented him for that. Just another sacrifice Elijah made for his family.

"Hey, oh, I must have fallen asleep," Marcel said a little embarrassed to be caught napping during the day.

"I was just thinking of when you were put down for naps during the day. You never liked that either," Elijah recalled.

"Yeah, and you never took no for any answer, even if I wasn't tired," Marcel quipped.

"I had ways of tiring out a willful, little boy didn't I?" Elijah reminded him.

Marcel flushed and said, "Well, you got another one here." He filled Elijah in on the whole episode.

Elijah was surprised, "He's been sneaking around? I honestly had no idea. Oh lord, and the whole thing with Matthew. What a mess."

Marcel went on, "Finn is terrified that he won't be allowed to go to Fun Town and the movies on Saturday. Elijah, I know he's your son, but can I give you my two cents?"

"Of course, Marcellus," Elijah replied.

"Just spank him and be done with it. I still resent Klaus for not letting me go to Francois Toussaint's birthday party when I was 15," Marcel admitted.

"Really? You never got over that?" Elijah said sadly. Klaus had always tried to avoid thrashing Marcel when he was human.

"Elijah, I wanted to win the coin in that cake. They said the guy who won that would be rich. They also had a scavenger hunt. The prize was a pony! I always wondered if I could have won," Marcel admitted.

"Well, your papa told you to stop gambling with those stable boys and you didn't listen," Elijah lectured.

"And when did I actually stop?" Marcel prompted.

"When I took down your trousers in front of your friends and took a hickory stick to your behind," Elijah remembered.

"Yes, I haven't gambled since," Marcel laughed a little.

"Thanks, Marcel. I guess you are right. He has been looking forward to going out. It's not natural to keep children penned up like this. They need to be around other children and do things. Thanks for the advice. How is everything going with Davina?" Elijah inquired.

"Hot and cold. But she's talking to me so far this week. She's not keen on Rebekah after they got into an argument about make up or something. I think Kol backed off a little more. He's been out, I don't know, driving around on his own a lot. I think Davina is upset by that. I think she needs to get some more of her own friends, her age, I mean," Marcel shared.

"She seemed to get on with Jeremy's sister and those girls. Give her time to adjust. I think she'll be okay. You turned out okay," Elijah said patting him on the shoulder, as Marcel left.

Marcel went back to retrieve Finn's little tool later on. Under Klaus's desk, he found Elijah's infamous paint paddle. Rebekah had been looking for this thing for months. He slipped it in the back of his pants and figured he'd give it to her as a gift. She was eager to burn it in the holiday bonfire this year. Marcel did not tell Finn that Elijah really didn't think he was too old to get his butt whacked, but he figured the boy didn't need to know everything. He figured if it made Rebekah happy, he would take a few whacks for her. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

Freya brought up a few different bottles of salve for Klaus. She clearly labelled them all. The one for Tyler was a new recipe. It had a touch of wolfsbane to offset his fast werewolf healing.

"Oh Niklaus, it's been a hell of a week, huh?" Freya said.

"Sister, you have no idea. This damn internet and all the rubbish that goes around with it. It seems that Tyler's father, the late Mayor Lockwood, had a stash of porn that the boy found. He brought it here and it has caused nothing but havoc," Klaus admitted.

"I'm sorry to hear that. The good news is that Caroline, I'm hearing, is not pregnant. You might want to add a safe sex talk on to whatever lecture you are planning tonight," Freya suggested.

"Pregnant? I'm not even sure I knew that was a possibility. The Sheriff doesn't have her on birth control?" Klaus retorted.

"She is now, brother. Also, I had a very intense talk with Bonnie about giving Davina that spell. Poor thing is another one left to fend for herself. The father is oft traveling, the mother god knows where, and her grandmother dead," Freya confided.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Klaus said truthfully.

"Well, I'm still working on some cloaking spells for Davina. The ancestors will not give up their search for her. I should be working with Henrik a little more than I have been. I'm going to go grab him now, Elijah said he needs to have a talk with Henrik. I have a feeling we have another boy who has been naughty today," Freya said.

"It seems to come with the territory. Thank you for all your hard work, Sister. I'll take you out for lunch next week, if you will allow me," Klaus said kissing her cheek.

"That would be nice," Freya said leaving.

Elijah took Finn to his quarters to talk to him. He let the boy confess everything. Marcel had given Elijah the tool and they went and fixed all the locks again together.

"Really, Finn. You are good at that. How about we will get you some more building kits or you can even get a little workshop down in the basement? Sound good?" Elijah asked.

"Dad, a-am I going to g-get to go this Saturday or stay here by myself?" Finn asked glumly.

"Well, for sneaking out and lying about it to Vanessa and me, I think you were warned about the consequences, weren't you?" Elijah prompted as they walked along the hallway.

Finn nodded.

"Well, let's go take care of that. And I would never leave you alone, okay? You can go tomorrow, but you are going to get a spanking right now," Elijah warned him.

Finn stiffened and kept walking. He was scared

Elijah took him into his quarters and took off his jacket. He gave Finn a stern lecture about obeying and then about lying. He bent him over his knee and swatted him for a minute or two over the seat of his pants. He bared him and then steered the now tearful boy to the corner. Elijah though maybe a whack or two with his paint stick would make an impression. He went to Klaus' office to retrieve it and it was gone. His sturdy ruler was downstairs in his office. He hated to use a hairbrush but figured a tap or two might be sufficient. Elijah vamped back in his quarters to find Finn rubbing his bottom and turning around. He dug out an old oval wooden hairbrush from his drawer. Elijah knew this tended to leave oval bruises and marks, so he had to be careful.

"Finn, come here please," Elijah said pulling out an armless chair from his desk.

"No, Daddy, please don't...," Finn said panicking at sight of the hairbrush.

"If I have to chase you, you are getting another spanking tonight before bed and I don't care who is there it see it," Elijah threatened.

That got Finn's feet slowly moving toward Elijah, but too slowly for his taste.

"I'm going to count to three. If I get to three, you are going to get that extra spanking with the paddle. One...," Elijah began.

Finn's eyes widened as if he was caught in headlights and wasn't sure what to do.

"Twooooo...," Elijah continued slowly.

"Finn, get over here or you are going to be very sorry, Thr-," Elijah started drawing out his words.

"Here, here," Finn breathed.

"Good, that was a little too close, young man. You are being punished now for disobedience. I expect you to do exactly as you are told even if you don't want to. Now when you are in the corner, you do not look back and you do not rub your behind," Elijah said holding Finn out in front of him as he stood.

"I didn't!" Finn protested. Elijah let go and picked up the wooden oval brushed.

Elijah turned him with his left hand and popped him once on each cheek with the brush causing his backside to instantly smart.

Pop! Pop!

"No more fibbing or lying. You are to tell the truth," Elijah demanded.

"Ouch! I will. S-Sorry," Finn wailed, struggling to rub and dance away.

"After I paddle you with the hairbrush, you are going to stand in the corner again. This time properly and without arguing. Do you understand?" Elijah prompted.
Finn didn't reply so Elijah again turned him and swatted him twice. This time one on each sit spot.
Finn screamed and tried to move away.

"Stop it! Now, your pants are coming down for this part of your spanking. Do not fight me," Elijah ordered. He slipped down his briefs and shorts to his knees. He needed to see the extent of the damage and turned Finn a little to see. There were a few red oval marks, but that was it.

Finn panicked further and began crying in earnest.

"Please don't spank me! I am s-sorry," Finn begun to yell out.

Elijah ignored his protest and put him over his lap. He encircled his waist tightly with his left arm. Finn's legs were now free to kick, but his hands were clutching onto Elijah's pant leg.

"You do not sneak around at rest time. You can go to the bathroom, but that is it," Elijah lectured.

Elijah let the cool oval brush rest a moment on Finn's cheeks to give him a moment to get prepared. Not raising his hand high at all, Elijah began to pop the brush down with little snaps of his wrist. He was swatting as lightly as he could, but he could tell that Finn was feeling the brush. Finn was kicking and yelling as Elijah steadily paddled his whole bottom. He swatted until he noticed a shiny redness in some spots. He left the thighs mainly untouched.

"Okay, now you are going into the corner to calm down. If I see you misbehaving, what is going to happen?" Elijah questioned.

Finn sobbed out that he would get another spanking.

"Yes, now let's march," Elijah said. He realized Finn's pants had flown off. Elijah took his handkerchief and wiped Finn's face. He arranged Finn in the corner and even folder back his t-shirt to reveal more of his spanked behind.

"Five minutes," Elijah ordered.

Finn sobbed and moved from foot to foot trying to alleviate the terrible, burning stings. He had carried on a great deal, but Elijah figured this was his first real spanking and he wasn't prepared for the shock of the brush. Elijah saw Finn's hand snake down to near his bottom.

"Hands back on your head," Elijah reminded.

Finn cried, obeyed, and stomped his feet.

"If you are throwing a temper tantrum in the corner, you're going to get another paddling. Come here," Elijah threatened.

Finn began to wail and stomp more, this time he opened covered his behind. Elijah came over and pulled him out of the corner. He marched him to the couch and flipped him back over his knee. The boy was kicking and fighting furiously. Elijah swatted the flat of his hand down across the center of his bottom. His hand was large enough to easily cover both cheeks, but Elijah was smacking down as lightly as he could.

Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.

Finn howled and pounded Elijah's left leg with his small fists and he tried to push up with his legs. Elijah continued to lightly spank his bright pink behind and then his pale thighs until the stubborn boy finally wore himself out. By the end, Finn's backside and thighs were all pink, except the red oval spots where the hairbrush had swatted.

Elijah stopped spanking and began to rub his backside gently. He was a little concerned that he would bruise where the oval hairbrush had landed. He had some cold cream on the coffee table.

"It's okay, baby. All over. You're forgiven," Elijah cooed. Finn whimpered as Elijah rubbed the cream in to sooth the irritated skin. They were supposed to go out to eat tonight. Elijah walked Finn over to his bed and placed him in it on his stomach. He was surprised when the boy shut his eyes again. Elijah rubbed his back and even sung to him in low tones.

Although Elijah was swatting as lightly as possible, the boy still seemed well-spanked. He hoped that he could go tonight and behave and put all this behind him. Elijah was worn out too and shut his eyes beside Finn.