Pairing: Klaus-Tyler, Matt, Jeremy (M/mmm) paddle

Friday Evening

3rd Floor

"Marcel, you are a bloody genius! Ha, Elijah will never know until it's too late and this evil thing is burning in the bonfire. I love you," Rebekah said jumping into his arms excitedly. She was holding the now stolen paint paddle that Marcel had found hidden under the desk in Klaus' upstairs study. It felt heavier than she thought it would.

"Um, Rebekah, he could just go to the hardware store and like, get another one. I think these paint stick things are free. Christ, he's going to know it was me. He always does," Marcel mused.

"But he won't, because he'll be looking for it. So why get a new one, when you already have one? It's brilliant! You know how my oldest brother loathes clutter!" Rebekah laughed.

"Um, technically, your eldest bro is Finn and he's getting his tail whupped right now. You should have heard him, Rebekah, he was so scared about missing that movie tomorrow and that fucked up kids' place. I begged Elijah to just beat his ass and let him go. So I guess I shouldn't feel too bad," Marcel said swinging her around.

"Ah, Marcel, that's so sweet...I think. He could have just let the lad off the hook though," Rebekah quipped.

"What are you two lovebirds doing?" Kol yelled from the hallway, "Put your bloody clothes on!"

"Shut it, Kol. Are you coming with us and Freya tonight or going with Elijah and them?" Rebekah asked when he came in.

"Don't know, Bex. Who is paying?" Kol asked.

"That would be Elijah probably," Marcel said rolling his eyes. Rebekah elbowed him.

"I'll go with you blokes! Italian tonight, right?" Kol restated as he walked out of the room.

"Big surprise," Marcel muttered.

"I heard that!" Kol yelled.

Friday Evening

Elijah's Quarters

Elijah woke up Finn an hour or so after he fell asleep. He hoped he hadn't been too hard on him.

"Hey Finn, it's time to wake up," Elijah said smoothing his hair back. He kissed his forehead.

"I'm up," Finn croaked. Elijah gave him a water bottle.

"So no more sneaking around alright? You can read or play quietly if you don't want to sleep," Elijah said as a reminder.

"But why can't I play with you or Vanessa while Henrik is sleeping?" Finn asked soberly.

"Because sometimes we need a little break, too. How about tonight, we'll see if we can find you some building sets at that new mall by the restaurant? That will give you a lot to do," Elijah said.

Vanessa came in to see if Finn was up.

"Hey, kiddo, you all awake now?" Vanessa smiled. Elijah excused himself to go check on the dinner reservation.

"Yeah, now I am . Where's everyone else?" Finn asked.

"Henrik's playing downstairs, I think. Are you okay?" Vanessa asked concerned.

"Yeah, Dad said I can get a new building set tonight," Finn said.

"That's pretty cool. Let's get you guys ready and dressed for tonight," Vanessa said helping him out of the room.

Elijah had mentioned that Finn had been difficult about standing in the corner and he had been firmer with him then he had first intended to be. Vanessa hadn't liked the idea of him using the hairbrush at all.

"Vanessa, I wasn't even going to spank him him at all, but keep him home tomorrow as punishment, but he was desperate not to miss the movie and Fun Town tomorrow. Maybe I was wrong? I really was only tapping him with the brush, but it was heavy, maybe too heavy for a little boy" Elijah admitted.

"I'm sorry to question you. He seems fine and doesn't have any marks. I know he is a stubborn little guy. I probably should be firmer with him," Vanessa concluded.

"No, please do not ever be afraid to speak up. You are such a caring person, dear. Some people become callous and shrewd when they become vampires, but you have only become more compassionate. That's such a rare gift and I am so lucky to have you in my life. I will throw that horrid hairbrush in the trash," Elijah promised.

"We are all lucky to have you. Now, let's getting going or we are going to be late for the reservation and I know a young man who wants to hit the toy store tonight," Vanessa laughed as he kissed her neck.

"Have a good night, brother!" Kol said sarcastically to Klaus as he left with Davina, Freya, Rebekah, and Marcel to go out to dinner.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll have a lovely time here with my boys. Say, little brother, you are welcome to join us, as always," Klaus retorted. Kol knew that Klaus was staying home to deal with the older boys. He was always happy to throw his cheeky younger brother over his knee if he wanted to get cute about it.

"Ha, very funny. Good night," Kol said leaving quickly before it was too late.

Klaus wasn't sure what to do for dinner. He could order take out or just let the boys eat leftovers. That typically meant they only ate junk in his experience, though.

"Boys, what do you want to do for dinner?" Klaus yelled up the stairs.

All three yelled back 'pizza' so Klaus ordered that and added on salad, wings, a couple of two-liters, and breadsticks. He figured the salad was healthy.

Klaus called them when the pizza came. Since the boys since weren't allowed to watch tv, they ate sitting around the island in the kitchen.

"What were you lads doing up there, may I ask?" Klaus said. He had taken on the habit of eating pizza but chased it with blood that he drank out of a ceramic mug.

"Cleaning. We're trying to throw out all that stuff we are supposed to get rid of," Tyler revealed.

"How much of it was there, Tyler? Dare I ask?" Klaus pressed.

"Kind of a lot actually," Matt jumped in, "I wonder if Mayor Lockwood was selling it on the side or something."

Jeremy laughed, "That would be weird."

"You know someone in my family has been mayor of this town since its founding. It doesn't pay all that well," Tyler agreed.

"Son, your family has been here much longer than that. For all we know your werewolf gene could come from my biological father's line, in say the late 10th or early 11th century. As to your family fortune, I believe your family took over some land during the founding that may have belonged to vampires," Klaus speculated.

"I wish I had a family fortune, I don't even know my own biological dad," Matt said grabbing wings from across the table.

"Matt, ask and I will pass that to you. You need not reach across the table like that. But do not worry, you all shall have a fund for your education and other needs when you go off in the world. And family is who you fight for and who fights for you, not always blood," Klaus said tearing off a piece of a breadstick.

"I thought vampires didn't like garlic," Jeremy said.

"I thought that we had some business to take care of tonight. Now, finish up. You all know what to do. One of you can use the shower in Rebekah's old room or my bedroom. Oh, I guess I should just tell you all this. It seems that Finn was tampering with all the locks somehow," Klaus shared with an amused look on his face.

"That little brat...," Matt mumbled.

"Yes, well, I guess he was bored during his nap time and had some notion to go around spying or fixing things. I'm not sure which. He and Elijah went and fixed all the doors again, but I thought you all deserved to know what happened," Klaus reported.

"It's fine, he's a kid," Matt said brushing it off.

"Do not fear, I'm sure he learned his lesson," Klaus said getting up to start wrapping up the leftovers.

"As we will learn ours," Tyler said getting up to help him.

"Thanks, Tyler. I've got this. You go on. Thirty minutes. Remember I want you all going to bed early tonight so you are well rested for Fun Town," Klaus called at they trudged up the stairs.

Friday Evening

Klaus' Quarters

Tyler took his shower, changed, and went into Klaus' room to wait. He didn't even know how to explain to Caroline why he couldn't do anything tonight. He finally just said that Klaus wanted to have dinner with them alone, which kind of ended up being true. He certainly couldn't mention anything about the porn stash to her. Tyler didn't think girls needed porn, maybe they were just in it. He really wasn't sure, but tell Caroline, would be as bad as telling his mom. Jeremy had asked why he hadn't just left the shit in the Lockwood Mansion, but if he stumbled upon it, so could his mom. So he took it- all.

Matt came in next looking more nervous than he felt.

"This sucks," Matt whispered.

"I wasn't nervous til I saw how fucking nervous you are," Tyler admitted.

"Well, Jer said that new paddle with holes in it is a nightmare. I don't want to be at freakin' Fun Town tomorrow and the movies on a bruised ass," Matt complained.

"Oh, yeah, those holes like suck in your skin. Five swats was like horrible and I was healing fast. How the hell did we get in this situation?" Tyler scoffed.

"This one was on me, and I guess Finn. And your dad from the grave?" Matt said unsure if he should have said that.

"Yeah, that would be ironic, my old man getting me beat for his sick stash," Tyler laughed.

Jeremy came in,"I don't know what I even did."

"Um, attitude yesterday?" Matt offered.

"I can answer that," Klaus said coming in.

"Dad, I'm sorry I was rude yesterday, but-" Jeremy started.

"Jeremy, the vodka?" Klaus stated.

"Great. Bonnie told Freya? Didn't she?" Jeremy sank down into the couch defeated.

Tyler fumed, "So you took that booze from the garbage bag and took it to Bonnie's house? Jesus."

"Sorry," Jeremy muttered.

"Look, tonight, we get everything out in the open and clear the air. Then, it's over, no grudges, no more," Klaus said

"This is all mostly my fault. I should have just thrown the booze and magazines in a dumpster. S-Sorry," Tyler choked out.

"No, man. No one forced us to use the stuff. And Dad, I'm sorry about busting in here to get my phone. I know you were trying to avoid a night like tonight having to whup my stupid butt again," Matt said with his head down.

"Matt, what did I say about you talking down on yourself?" Klaus said.

"That I'd get the paddle if I did it again," Matt flushed. Klaus pulled the paddleball paddle from the back of his waistband and turned Matt to the side. He smacked it across the seat of his sweatpants twice.

"Sorry," Matt said, more ashamed as the two swats with the light paddle didn't hurt much over his pants. He was relieved to see that paddle though, it stung but was bearable.

"Okay, Tyler, you can be first. I have a new salve that will even the playing field here. All three of you can go ahead and take off your shorts and sweats," Klaus said evenly.

"Is this really necessary?" Tyler fumed. Now that they were here, it just seemed an embarrassing waste of time. His whole body felt flushed and his face was burning.

"I am not debating this with you. Jeremy, Matt, go find a corner. Tyler, come here please," Klaus said firmly. Klaus had a towel and the salves. Klaus put the towel over his took Tyler's old helping hand paddle out of the drawer.

"Really, Dad? Is that fair? Come on," Tyler argued.

"Son, your werewolf abilities change things for you. This paddle is heavier and will smart a bit more. Drawer down. And if I were you, I would knock off the attitude," Klaus warned sitting back on the bed.

Tyler nodded and slipped down his briefs to just below his backside. Slowly, he started to lower himself across his father's lap. Impatiently, Klaus yanked him downward and hauled him over. He pulled the underpants to Tyler's knees and started to apply the salve. It was cool.

"This has a little wolfsbane in it, but it shouldn't burn, just restrict your healing for a while," Klaus said quietly.

Tyler's heart started pounding and Klaus heard his pulse racing as he lay sprawled over his father's knee. Klaus gave him a pillow and put his hand on his lower back to calm him.

"It's okay, my young wolf, it will be over soon. I'm sorry I have to do this," Klaus said suddenly bringing his hand down hard.

Crack!

Tyler began to stir, almost instinctively. Klaus thought maybe his survival skills were kicking in. He continued to swat him hard and fast and hold him tightly. If not for his own strength keeping Tyler restrained flat on his lap, the boy would have slid out of his grip.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Tyler bit his lap not to cry out. The salve seemed to work instantly making him feel each blow hotly. Tyler flushed with a feeling of helplessness that he couldn't move, for a moment he felt frantic and enraged. Smack! Smack! Smack!

Then, the swats slowed and lessened. Klaus stopped and rubbed his back a minute.

"Son, calm down. It's just us here. This won't be any worse than it needs to be. Let it out. You're holding it all in. It's all going to be okay. I'm going to take care of you," Klaus murmured soothingly.

"I-I'm s-sorry, D-Dad. I t-trust you," Tyler choked out before starting to let his tears fall. All of his pent up fear, frustration, and anger started to erupt.

Klaus continued to swat him all over in a random pattern

"I'm going to pick up the paddle. Are you ready?" Klaus asked, pausing again.

"Y-yeah, y-yes, Dad," Tyler gasped as he felt the familiar smoothness press against his hind quarters.

Whack! Klaus brought it down smartly across both cheeks. Tyler jumped involuntarily.

Whack! The repeated impact in the same spot caused Tyler to wail more and start flailing.

Tyler begged for him to stop, he was sorry, but then he couldn't speak.

Whack! Tyler's head rose up and he yelped a protest. It seemed to hurt worse that he ever recalled.

Whack! Tyler shrieked and sobbed. He fought to get up, but he could barely move.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

Tyler just collapsed and surrendered to never ending paddling and burning. His sobs died and he just lay defeated. Klaus stopped, put the paddle back in the drawer, and rubbed his back. Tyler's backside was beet red.

After a few moments, he gave Tyler a wash cloth to wipe his face and helped him up. Tyler painfully pulled up his brief and winced as he brought them up.

"No rubbing, let it sink in. Better?" Klaus said standing and hugging his son. His heartbeat had slowed. The anger was gone.

Tyler nodded and almost surprised said, "Yes."

"I love you so much. You know that," Tyler said kissing the top of his head. Tyler nodded and pressed his head into his chest. He began to cry again.

"I should have just told you about the stuff I found. I'm sorry," Tyler demurred.

"Why didn't you, sweetheart?" Klaus pushed.

"I guess I wanted to control it...and I was curious about some of that stuff. But it was gross. I should have trusted you," Tyler admitted swiping away a lone tear.

"Okay, all forgiven. We need not ever speak of it again. Now go exchange places with Matthew," Klaus said giving Tyler's butt a light pat that made him wince.

"Yes, sir," Tyler smirked as his hand almost went down to rub before Klaus gave him a warning glare. Tyler tapped Matt on the shoulder and moved into the corner, he put his hands on his head. His briefs were sticking to his behind which was sticky with salve. He had never wished that he had left his backside bare, but wondered if it would have stung less. The throbbing was subsiding a little. Tyler fought to avoid shifting from foot to foot, like a little boy but each minute in the corner felt like ten.

Matt trudged over looking young and innocent to Klaus with his wide blue eyes and blond hair. But it was his guilty expression that tugged at Klaus's heart. He motioned to Matt to stand in front of him.

"Talk to me," Klaus said softly.

"Nothing. I just feel bad about the phone and the other thing...," Matt groaned.

"Hey, the phone is going to get you smacked and the magazines, but the other thing, no. You know for vampires, we suffer from a deep blood lust. It's nature's way of balancing out things, I've heard. For humans, your urges are biological. Your body wants you to reproduce and mate. They are nothing to be ashamed of or abnormal. My urges have caused me to drain wedding parties during the wedding. I have drained the bride," Klaus said looking him in the eye.

Matt smiled.

"I mean it, no judging yourself. Taking the phone was very naughty. I know Uncle Elijah spanked you already that day, hmm, but taking the dirty magazines after you were warned not to, is something I'm going to paddle for for," Klaus started.

Matt didn't argue, but his heart began to race too. Klaus turned him and draped him over his knees. He moved him in the same position Tyler was in on the bed so both Matt's arms and legs were supported by the bed. He threw Tyler's pillow on the floor and got Matt a new one.

He peeled down Matt's briefs and decided to just use the salve now. He used the one without the wolfsbane that instead of slowing healing, would protect humans more from bruising.

Unlike with Tyler, Klaus began smacking Matt's bottom in a lighter, slower manner to build up the sting gradually. Matt was able to calm down and keep still. Klaus knew that Matt's emotions were much closer to the surface.

"I love you so much. I won't allow you to behave so deceitfully. Sneaking around, stealing things, discounting your punishment," Klaus said applying swats to Matt's behind steadily.

smack. smack. smack. smack. smack.

Matt felt tears roll down his cheek when he heard Klaus say I love you. He felt that. He was ashamed that he had used that key and now his dad had to spank his bare bottom like a little kid's. Matt knew better. He just didn't think he would get caught. He began to sob. The sting in his rear was building and getting hotter. Matt shifted and drummed his feet a little.

Klaus began spanking harder as Matt started to shift and thrash around. Klaus' arm encircled Matt's waist and he was not able to slide off the parental lap just yet.

"Okay, I think you had a good warm-up, time for the paddle," Matt looked back to see what paddle and saw Klaus pick up the lighter paddleball instrument they were all familiar with. He exhaled with relief.

"Shh, just try to stay still. No reaching back," Klaus said in a low voice. His quarters were large enough that even though Jeremy and Tyler were standing in the the corners of the room, Matt didn't feel like they could hear every exchange.

"Okay, D-Dad," Matt croaked out.

Klaus rubbed the round wooded paddle over Matt's cheeks a moment before cracking it down. He alternated from the center of the right cheek to left cheek and back again until Matt was kicking and thrashing. Getting even the light swats one over another stung and got more and more hard to bear. Klaus then spanked him on the top of his thighs and back on the center of his behind until the whole surface was a bright red and Matt was sobbing into the pillow.

Klaus stopped and almost couldn't bear to stop himself from comforting Matt. He popped his briefs back over his sore seat and stood him on his feet. Matt's hands went to his behind before Klaus stopped him.

"Not yet, young man. You still have some corner time to do. Give me a hug," Klaus said putting his arms around him.

"Sorry, Dad," Matt cried as he danced a little from foot to foot. The sting was sharp and Matt knew it would soon recede, but right now he really wanted to rub.

"Come, let's get you in the corner," Klaus said marching him to exchange places with Jeremy. Matt also tried to sneak a rub in, but Klaus noticed.

"Any rubbing and I will spank your sore bottom again, Matthew. Now think about why you got a paddling and how you plan to behave better in the future," Klaus ordered.

When Matt didn't respond, Klaus smacked him in the center of his cheeks.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," Matt said quickly, now wiggling and moving from foot to foot but locking his hands on his head.

Klaus gripped Jeremy by the arm and walked him to the bed. He could sense the boy was a little rebellious. He had shown that yesterday in the meeting.

"Dadddd, I don't get why I have to get spanked again. I already have to go back to therapy again. It's not fair," Jeremy whined.

"The alcohol? Did you lie about it?" Klaus prompted.

Jeremy colored and gasped, "I didn't think Bonnie would tell. Freya must have made her."

"Right there is grounds for a good spanking. Just this attitude you are showing. Well, let's take care of it. Underwear to your knees," Klaus demanded.

Jeremy frown and slowly began to obey. Then, stopped and pouted. He was too old to even be spanked, no less having to take down his underwear. Forget it.

"One, two, three, four,..." Klaus began to count.

Jeremy rolled his eyes, "What are you counting for?"

"Those are your extra swats with the school paddle," Klaus said calmly.

"No! Dad, that's not fair. You didn't spank them with it!" Jeremy shouted.

"They were not defiant!"

Klaus pulled Jeremy to him and pulled down the rest of his underwear to his knees. Jeremy tried to pull away and Klaus smacked his behind hard.

Crack!

"Ouch!" Jeremy cried with anger, "That hurt!"

Klaus bent Jeremy over his left thigh so his feet were on the floor. He swatted him again.

"I'm going to put the salve on. Are you going to stop behaving like a brat throwing a tantrum? Or do you need more extra smacks?" Klaus said smoothing on the cooling salve.

"I'll behave," Jeremy promised roughly. Just two hard spanks from his hybrid father stung and burned. He glanced back to see if he could see if his butt was already red, but Klaus yelled at him to look forward.

"Dad, I'm sorry. I don't want to get it with that school paddle. Please!" Jeremy begged, starting to panic that he wouldn't be able to take the spanking with that thing again.

Klaus' response was to start swatting Jeremy's pink cheeks. Jeremy threw back both of his hands and Klaus grabbed them in his left hand and bent him over a little more.

Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank. Spank.

Klaus reddened Jeremy's backside as he tried to move his hips from side to side, but Klaus grip on his hands left that impossible. Jeremy's cries for mercy and reprieve went on answered. All he could do was stomp and kick his feet as the spanking continued unabated and he cried harder.

Klaus paused and grabbed his hands now in the front. He wiped his tearful face and made him blow his running nose.

"Now, I'm going to put you back over my lap and paddle you. This is for your lying, the porn, and your insolent attitude yesterday. How else did you misbehave, young man?" Klaus said rubbing his backside as he moved back and shifted his son fully over his lap.

"I cursed and was disrespectful. S-Sorry, D-Daddy, please n-no more s-spanking," Jeremy wailed.

"Yes, your language was very poor. From now on, every curse word is going to result in a good swat to your backside with the paddle, I may add. There are going to be some new rules starting tonight," Klaus threatened.

Klaus gave Jeremy a clean pillow and picked up the smaller wooden paddle that he had used on Matt.

Jeremy felt the paddle tap his rear and he begun to cry and thrash around. He was kicking his feet and trying to get off Klaus' lap.

"Settle down or you are going to get another spanking tomorrow morning. Honestly, Jeremy, I am starting to think you need a firmer hand and more frequent spankings. Do you hear me?" Klaus said giving him the first loud pop of the paddle.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Jeremy just wailed and begged for the paddling to end. Klaus chuckled as he had just started. This paddle was light and Jeremy could take much more.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

Jeremy screamed and thrashed to fight off the crescendo of stout whacks to his now sensitive bottom.

Pop!

Pop!

Pop!

"Behave!" Klaus ordered as he thought he heard Jeremy curse in his sobbing, even his vampire hearing wasn't clear.

Pop!

Pop!

After assaulting all of Jeremy's behind, Klaus popped him on the sit spots until they were pink.

Klaus stopped and put the paddle down. He rubbed Jeremy's backside with his hand and wondered what had gotten into the boy. He let him calm down and then tapped his backside lightly.

"What's going on, Jeremy?"

"S-Sorry, just mad I-I got c-caught I g-guess," Jeremy cried.

"You did, but it's over. You've been punished. I don't think you can take those other paddle swats tonight," Klaus admitted.

"No! I want to get it over with. Please, D-Daddy," Jeremy begged.

"Okay, Son," Klaus pulled up Jeremy's briefs causing him to howl and clutch his behind frantically.

"Stop it. Now bend over the bed. Stay still. This is going to smart," Klaus reminded him. Klaus got the school paddle from his drawer and turned around. He lined it up with Jeremy's lower cheeks.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

He gave the boy four quick whacks. Jeremy howled and lay sobbing on the bed. They were light, but anything more would have perhaps bruised him. The six holes in the 1/2 inch paddle left white marks on Jeremy's behind where they touched.

"I'm warning you to be on your best behavior or I will spank you tomorrow no matter if I have to take you into the bathroom at Fun Town to do it. Do you understand?" Klaus asked.

"Yes, you won't have to," Jeremy assured him.

Klaus sat down and pulled Jeremy into his arms. Jeremy whined when his sore cotton covered behind rubbed against Klaus' thigh.

"A spanking and two paddlings. So naughty tonight? I love you and I hated to do that, but I will again if your behavior demands it," Klaus said hugging him and patting his back. Jeremy was rubbing his backside frantically.

"No rubbing. Back in the corner a moment," Klaus said sending him off with a swat. Klaus put the salves, towels and paddles away. He picked up the paddleball paddle, as he might not be finished with it. He went to the corner and hugged each boy again. With a quick paddle swat, he sent each one to go sit on the couch.

"Boys, I want to talk to you before I put you to bed," Klaus said using those words on purpose. The boys squirmed on their stinging behinds, but the throbbing had died down.

"I feel like some of your lapses in behavior have been my fault for being too lackadaisical with you. I'm going to be checking your room. If I find any alcohol, drugs, pornography, tobacco, or other things you shouldn't have, this little paddling will seem like a cake walk. No more swearing or disrespect, each time is going to be one paddle swat. I've tried to have some leeway with you, but I don't think that is doing you any favors. You will attend the first therapy session and we will go from there," Klaus shared.

"So we say one swear word and we get spanked?" Jeremy said in disbelief.

"Yes, warning and other punishments have not curbed it. My sweet sons, do you not think I can hear how you talk when I am not in the room with you?" Klaus said seriously.

Tyler colored, "Dad, I'm sorry. It's just the way kids talk now. I don't mean any disrespect, but it would be weird if we talk never swearing."

"Tyler, let me put it this way, I hear it, you get a swat and maybe even a mouth soaping. No discussion," Klaus said plainly.

"What about our room?" Matt asked. He had been doing the bulk of the cleaning. The other two were lazy slobs.

"Again, you have very few chores. A swat for each reminder," Klaus said simply.

"Dad, can I have my own room? I'm tired of cleaning up after them," Matt fumed.

"Of course, Matthew. Take Rebekah's old room," Klaus said

Matt smiled, that room was a suite. It was pretty awesome, but would be a lot to keep up with.

"Finn's old room is also available, isn't it?" Jeremy asked.

"Yes," Klaus said.

"I'll take it," Jeremy said.

"So you guys are leaving. That's really nice. Thanks a lot," Tyler groused.

"Trial run. See how it goes," Klaus said.

"Dad, why are you doing this?" Tyler cried, getting upset.

"Because your behaviors are getting out of control with the lying, the deceit, the language, the slacking. Behave yourselves and you don't have to worry about getting punished. I am proud of all of you in a lot of ways, but I don't want to see you go down the wrong paths. If you want to talk to me more about it, I'm here for you. Oh, and bedtime. I want ALL of you IN your bed at 10 pm, no later," Klaus went on.

"What about weekends?" Jeremy asked.

"12 on Fridays and Saturdays, except on nights like tonight when you get a spanking. Then, you shall be put to bed early," Klaus concluded.

"So what if we are running late," Matt asked nervously.

"No excuses. If you aren't in bed, teeth brushed, homework done, by 10 pm then I will spank you and put you to bed myself with a red backside," Klaus promised.

"This is so embarrassing. We're not little kids!" Tyler scoffed.

"I know. If you can behave properly then you will obey the rules and never feel my hand over your behinds again. I swear to you. Have I, or anyone, ever spanked you around here for no reason, hmm?" Klaus pressed.

"Tyler? Answer me!"

"No," Tyler admitted.

"Then, behave and you shall have nothing to fear," Klaus reminded all of them.

"Can I sleep in my own room tonight?" Tyler asked sharply.

"Of course, Son," Klaus answered.

"I don't expect you to like it. If you did, it wouldn't be much of a deterrent to bad behavior would it? We already give you everything we have so I don't know what else I could reward you with," Klaus admitted.

"Dad, I would like to stay here," Matt said.

"Me, too," Jeremy said.

"Of course," Klaus said.

"Tyler, come back in if you change your mind," Klaus said.

"I will. I'm sorry," Tyler said as Klaus hugged him tightly.

"It's okay. I just want you all to be on the right track and develop good habits before it's too late," Klaus confessed.

"I know. I love you. It's just a lot," Tyler said.

"Okay, bed...Matt, what's that? Your stomach? Guys, go eat if you are hungry again. Then, right back up here into bed okay," Klaus said kissing them on the forehead. He loved his boys deeply, but he had to see an improvement in behavior. No more half-hearted warnings, they would have to learn that he meant what he said. However, if they were hungry, he wasn't going to starve them. Klaus went to brush his own teeth and then got into bed himself.