What if Klaus had handled Kol a bit differently? Could Kol be taught to behave? Or would his obsession with witches and revenge be his downfall.
This is part of a flash back from Season 2 of The Originals.
Warning: spanking, otk, paddle, hairbrush M/M and F/F
New Orleans, 1914
Part 1
"Kol, my dear, what are you thinking about?" Mary-Alice asked with a sweet smile. She may look sweet, but Kol knew that she was one of the most powerful witches in New Orleans. He had only been undaggered for a few years. That wench Marcel had gotten him in trouble so many times that Nik had finally just stuck him back in the coffin. Marcel, of course, was free to come and go as he pleased. Well, as long as he stayed away from Bex.
"Kemiya, love, have you heard of it?" Kol asked with a smile. He would be happy to teach the lass whatever she wanted.
"No, is it an herb? Mother says that my knowledge of herbalism is shameful. She wants me spend two hours a night studying it..." Mary-Alice babbled.
"Nay, it's an Arab form of witchcraft," he began, "I learned about it from a very wise old man. At first, he didn't want to teach me. It is sacred to his people. But I can be persuasive." Kol would not share what he had to do to get the man to spill his most well-guarded secrets.
"So, how do you use this, Kemiya? I always wanted to go to Arabia, but Mother said that it's too uncivilized. What do you..." Mary-Alice started droning on, as Kol thought how to explain it to her.
"Basically, you take something like say, a diamond, you use it to focus your power to create an object of power," Kol stated simply.
Mary-Alice stared a moment before saying, "By object of power, you mean, dark object, don't you?"
Kol was impressed, she knew more than she let on at times.
"Aye, if say you and your girlfriend, Astrid, would focus on that diamond, you could create a good deal of objects, light or dark," he went on, "It is imperative that two witches focus together or it may backfire."
"Oh my word, Kol, it sounds dangerous," Mary-Alice's brown eyes flashed with worry, then excitement, "Let us try it!"
"Really, you would try?" Kol was surprised it was this easy to convince her. Mary-Alice was quite under the thumb of her crabby old mum. The old lady detested Kol on sight. If she even suspected Mary-Alice was with Kol, she might try to turn him into a toad, again.
Despite his many years of being a vampire, Kol still missed witchcraft. It was the one thing he was good at in his family, besides getting in trouble and annoying everyone. It was true that Mother Dearest had fixed it so he was immortal, but could not even do a simple locator spell. To get around this little snag, he always befriended all the witches he could, especially the pretty ones, like Mary-Alice Claire. Who was to say he couldn't have a bit of fun? Well, his elder brothers for a start. It was really Nik who loved to boss him around "for his own good." Elijah always backed up Nik like they were some kind of warped, immortal mommy and daddy, a united blood sucking front.
So anytime Kol seemed to find new friends of the witch persuasion and start to enjoy himself a little, Nik gave him the old dagger. He'd awaken decades later in another place or country with all his mortal friends dead or scattered to the wind. Then, he'd get the lecture from Elijah about behaving himself, avoiding Michael's attention, and helping the family. Blast all that, if they cared about him, they wouldn't store him in that damn coffin. In the 19th century, he had absconded from the family for a bit to go on a quest, he had been following a mysterious gypsy beauty for whom he had formed an attachment. He never did find the lady, but he discovered something greater: kemiya.
Now, it was time to use this new knowledge to make sure that Nik never popped him into that box again. Of course, he would never the help of the witches, that should not be a problem.
A few days later, Kol had gathered the materials, a perfect paragon diamond and the dagger which would put Nik in that coffin for a change. Elijah and Bex might be vexed at first, then they would see how much fun it was without that bastard moping around and they would thank him. Marcel might be a little mad that his daddy wasn't around until he and Bex realized they were free.
Kol knocked on Mary-Alice's friend Astrid's door softly. Astrid was a bit older and lived in a small flat near the French Quarter.
"Why, hello, Mr. Mikaelson, come on in," she ushered him in before any other witches around noticed. Not only would they frown on an original vampire calling, it was not appropriate for an unmarried lady to be alone with a gentleman. And Kol was no gentleman.
"Thank you, Miss Malchance. I appreciate all of your help in this delicate matter," Kol said politely.
"Well, Mary-Alice is my best friend. Her mama would whale the tar out of her if she gets caught running around with you again. I just can't bear her not utilizing her talent in witchcraft," Astrid confided.
"Whaled the...," Kol thought he understood, "you mean, her mother...?"
"Spanked her behind until it looked like a ripe tomato the other night! She was only a few minutes late, but the old witch did a spell to make her confess, yes, she did alright," Astrid shook her head with anger.
Kol flushed to think of Mary-Claire over her angry mum's lap bared with her knickers down. It was all his fault. He had kept her late teaching her the ins and outs of Kemiya. Mary-Claire had been sitting a bit tenderly yesterday.
"I am sorry to hear that, I did not mean to get her into any trouble with her mum. I'll show you what I brought so that we won't keep her late tonight," Kol said sincerely. He knew what it felt like to be unjustly and harshly punished.
Kol laid out the simple bracelet, the string of rosaries, and a set of metal shackles.
"What's all this?" Astrid asked as Mary-Alice huffed in.
"Ah, Kol, you're here!" She said delighted to find them all ready to work.
"Hello, love! I brought you some objects to practice on," Kol said with pride.
Just a few hours later, the girls had created their first dark object:
the bracelet could now be used by the wearer to force obedience. Kol had Mary-Alice put it on and use it to make Astrid quack like a duck. Mary-Alice then moved to Kol and said, "Kiss me on the lips!"
Kol did without being forced. He wanted to run his fingers through her beautiful chestnut colored hair, but Astrid was watching.
Kol cleared his throat and said, "Great job, ladies. Let us break for the day, I do not want this young lady to be..eh, late again." Kol's face colored a bit.
"Astrid, you told him mama spanked me!"
Astrid apologized, "It just slipped out. I didn't want you to have strap a pillow to your behind this whole week!"
Mary-Alice swatted her on the arm and laughed, "The next time you gab, I'm going to put on the bracelet and paddle you, silly!"
Astrid giggled and said, "Out, you two, it's almost dark."
As the couple got out to the street, Kol turned to her, "I wish ya would have told me. Astrid said your mum did quite a number on ya. Sorry, love, I would heal that for you if you let me."
"Oh Kol, it still smarts a bit, I'll admit that, but if I drank vampire blood and mama found out...She'd switch me every other night for a fortnight!" Mary-Alice confessed.
"That happened to me once. My older brother took issue with me drinking too much. I had a party and got a little too drunk. The house caught on fire and well, so did me arse. Truth be told, I only go it for a week, but that was enough," Kol confessed with a wry smile.
"How was the house?" Mary-Alice inquired laughing.
"Oh, it burned to the ground," Kol said dryly.
"And the guests...Never mind, I don't want to know," the girl said truthfully.
Kol looked down and into her eyes, "Mary-Alice, I don't want you to go. Stay with me tonight."
"Of course, Kol, I would love to. Mama needs to realize that I'm 18 and a grown woman," Mary-Alice said, looking at Kol lustily.
What Mary-Alice didn't know is that Kol was wearing the bracelet of obedience.
Kol snuck Mary-Alice through the back of the compound and into his room. He wasn't worried that his siblings and Marcel would smell her human scent. There were plenty of servants about and their scent mingled with passersby outside.
Kol got Mary-Alice and himself a bottle of chilled wine, grapes, cheese, and some olive oil with bread. When he came back into his quarters, he almost fainted with lust, Mary-Alice was in the bed in a corset and stockings. She had even left on her white leather shoes with buttons up to the ankle. She was on her stomach so Kol could see her red backside. Her mum must have used a hair brush for he saw oval shaped marked tinged in blue and purple. That woman was a beast! Was this bracelet so powerful that it transmitted his wants to the people around him? Mary-Alice was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
"I want you to drink from me to heal that backside of yours," Kol uttered, biting into his wrist. He dripped the blood into a wine glass and mixed it in for her to sip on.
Mary-Alice gasped as she drank the delicious liquid. She feel a tingling in her backside as Kol's blood healed her almost instantly. She felt a tingling in other places too.
"Come here, my love," Kol whispered as he sat on the bed. Mary-Alice crawled to him and they began to make love. He was taking it slowly as he did not want to take her virginity. He also took off the bracelet, if this wasn't real, he didn't want it.
Mary-Alice stayed as if nothing had changed. She pressed herself to him, basking in his presence. She had wanted this for a long time.
A few minutes later, they heard a ruckus at the door. Kol didn't think much of it until there was a sharp knock on his door.
"Kol, open this door this instant! Young man, you better not have a girl in here," Nik yelled. He could hear Elijah begging him not to break down the door.
Kol was embarrassed that Mary-Alice had to witness him being treated like a little boy instead of the 900 year old original that he was.
Kol threw a blanket over Mary-Alice and vamped over to open the door a crack.
"What the hell is it?" Kol snapped.
The door was flung over and a furious pair of elder brothers came in.
"This young witches mother is downstairs about to start a war if we do not 'release' her daughter this instant," Elijah calmed stated.
"She is 18! Mary-Alice is here of her own free will. She's not leaving until she wants to," Kol said nervously glancing at Mary-Alice, cowering under the blanket.
"Oh my, I'm going to faint!" Kol saw the woman's large hat with giant flowers on it before he saw the lady herself.
"YOU! I should have known..." and with that, Mary-Alice's mum hit the floor.
"Is she dead?" Kol shouted.
Mary-Alice screamed and rushed over. "No, she just faints a lot."
Mrs. Claire was fine a minute later when the servants brought her hot tea and smelling salts. She was sitting at the vanity. Mary-Claire was wrapped in a blanket still.
"My daughter is not to associate with your kind, vampire! You will be nothing but trouble to her. I forbade you from seeing her and yet here the two of you lovebirds are," Mrs. Claire spat out. She seemed to be growing more angry with each second. "I guess the spanking you got a few days ago didn't make an impression. I will remedy that shortly."
Both Kol and Mary-Alice assumed that they would be punished privately after Miss Claire was marched home. Kol went over and whispered reassuring things to her. He was tempted to confess that he was wearing the bracelet when he invited her over. That would get him put back in the box before evening sup. Elijah and Nik were whispering to each other and Mrs. Claire. Elijah nodded and all hell broke loose.
Nik vamped over and grabbed Kol's arm. In a quick, practiced motion, Klaus had Kol over his knee. At the same time, Elijah vamped over and brought the girl to her mother. Mrs. Claire nodded her thanks. She turned and picked up the heavy wooden hairbrush on the dresser behind her. Elijah picked up a larger round wooden hand mirror and tossed it to Nik.
Nik had Kol pinned down firmly. He immediately begin to paddle the daylights out of Kol right over his snug gray trousers. Pop! Pop! Pop. Kol was also too embarrassed to feel the first few spanks. Then, he got another round of cracks and he started to whimper. He glanced back to see how the lovely Miss Claire was doing.
Mary-Alice was jack-knifed over her mum's knee. Elijah must have pushed a foot stool over to her to put her left leg on to keep Mary-Alice's behind higher in the ass. The girl was still in her tight, white corset, stockings and those button up shoes. Her healed backside was getting spanking as hard as possible with the heavy hairbrush. The lady was kicking her legs violently trying to get up. Her mum had her left arm firmly over her back. All Mary-Alice could do was take the paddling on her almost bare behind. With the girl's thrashing about was getting too much, her mother grabbed the waist band of her french cut panties. She yanked the material up to wedge it firmly to hold the girl's behind in place as she cracked the brush over and over again. Mary-Alice howled, but there was no respite from the spanking. With her mother gripping her drawers firmly and swatting the areas where her behind was bare, the sting was like a wild fire.
A hard swat with the make shift paddle brought Kol back to reality.
"Face forward, Kol.*POP* Think about *smack* your own spanking. Not your gal's. You are *crack* really going to get it, young man," Nik lectured as he swatted the cloth covered behind of his little brother.
Pop! Pop! Crack! Whap!
"Get up, brother," Nik commanded,"Your pants are coming down."
Kol again looked back at Mary-Alice who was crying too hard to notice Kol's utter humiliation. Kol wondered if the small amount of blood she had drank was healing her or just prolonging her spanking.
"Don't worry about her, worry about yourself. You are not going to sit for a week!" Elijah interjected from the door. Kol thought he heard Marcel laughing and Elijah threatening to give him a good spanking if he didn't make himself scarce.
Nik stood up Kol and took down his trousers and underpants to bare his bottom. Kol's hands immediately tried to rub his stinging cheeks.
Nik grabbed his hands in front of him and spanked him with his hand five times saying, "You know better. You just earned a bedtime spanking, brother."
Kol was pushed forward and with his palms flat on the floor, got the first paddle swats on his naked behind. He screamed, "No! Please, Nik. Not with this paddle. It's too bad. I'll be good. Stopp. Oww. ugh...Argh..." Nik knew that Kol could take more. He had to give the boy a firm paddling or the lesson would not stick.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop. Nik paddled a little lower to swat Kol's lower bottom. When the paddle came into contact with his sit spots, he howled and sobbed for mercy. Kol hadn't had a spanking this hard in decades. His hands shot back to protect his stinging cheeks. Nik clasped his hands tightly, but let Kol's legs pinwheel. Kol's pants were twisted around his legs curtailing a good deal of the kicking. He almost chucked because Kol looked like the little boy he behaved like. Getting a good spanking yet again. Nik loved his brother and didn't want him getting into trouble with witches again. He knew Kol would be angry with him for spanking him like this, but he had to keep his family safe.
Mrs. Claire was now spanking Mary-Alice firmly with her hand and lecturing, "You will do as you are told, understand? You knew you were to come home, not go a whoring!" Spank! SPANK! SPANK!
Elijah couldn't understand much of what the young lady was saying, he did notice that her upturned bottom was quite red. He guess that she must have had some blood or she would have been bruised by the lively spanking administered by her angry mother. Elijah thought that he would follow up each spanking with a few licks of the switch, but he didn't want to interfere. Mrs. Claire and Niklaus both seemed like they knew how to deal with misbehaving children. He went over to put the hairbrush back on the dresser from the floor.
Elijah's supernatural hearing picked up on more laughter. He vamped to the doorway. Sure enough, he caught two more miscreants. They were giggling as they saw Kol getting paddled still and Alice-Claire getting her bottom lightly patted over her mum's knee still in that corset. Grasping Rebekah and Marcel each by the ear, he began to march them down to his office. Maybe he would need that switch after all?