After Elijah left to deal with snooping Bex and Marcel, Nik and Mrs. Claire finally wrapped up the discipline. As Nik stood Kol up and ordered him into the corner, Mrs. Claire did the same with her wayward daughter. As Kol went to yank up his trousers, Nik cleared his throat and pointedly looked to the corner. The pants would stay down to display Nik's hard work and recent efforts to keep his younger brother in check.
Mary-Alice trudged over to the other corner and put her hands on her head as soon as she was ordered up. Nik was impressed with Mrs. Claire's training. It had taken him several hundred years just to get his brother to face the wall without much whining and complaining. Mary-Alice was still in her corset and her silky french cut drawers left much of her cheeks bare. Her bottom was a solid pink.
Let that be a lesson to the girl to wear more appropriate undergarments, the mother fumed. Where had she gotten those filthy things?
Kol's backside was blotchy and marked, but looked less painful. Nik knew how fast they healed, he might have to touch up that color soon, as he would the sunset in one of his paintings.
Mrs. Clair looked at Nik and gestured for him to visit with her in the hallway. As they stepped out the room, Nik warned Kol to stay in position. Mary-Alice didn't need to be reminded of how to behave whilst standing in the corner.
"Mr. Mikaelson, might we speak?" Mrs. Claire said in her stern voice.
"Yes, M'am, I hope you will allow me to apologize for my brother's poor behavior. I assure you that his punishment is just beginning," Nik remarked.
Mrs. Claire expected nothing less. She planned to spank the daylights out of her daughter again as soon as she got her home.
"I appreciate that. I know you have worked hard for peace with all the factions. The witches of New Orleans are pleased to be your ally. However, if something should happen to my daughter, I can't say that our alliance will hold," Mrs. Claire said honestly. She knew the great power that her Mary-Alice possessed. She also knew the girl to be silly and immature at times. Without her monitoring her daughter's every move, she feared for her future. She just couldn't seem to think things through.
A loud crash and yelp was heard from perhaps the downstairs level.
"Niklaus! Come quickly, your son has...absconded," Elijah shouted to his brother. Nik vamped down the stairs as a curious Mrs. Claire followed. She had never spent much time in the company of vampires and wanted to see what the ruckus was able.
As soon as Nik and her mother were out of the room, Mary-Claire turned to look at her love. At the same second, he glanced at her, becoming aroused to see her beautiful figure encased in that corset. Her creamy white cheeks were still pink and swollen, yet seemed to be...healing. He turned and tip-toed over to whisper a warning to her the best that he could with his pants still around his knees.
"My love, I think that blood I fed you is healing your backside quickly. Your mother might become suspicious," Kol said with concern. He knew that if Nik or Elijah heard him, he was in for another spanking in front of Mary-Alice, he could think of nothing worse. Yet if her mother knew he fed her his blood, he'd be in for it worse, as would she.
"Oh Kol, she will have me removed from the coven if she finds out. What can we do?" she whispered in sheer panic. If she was no longer in the coven, then no more dark objects. Kol would be getting spanked like a small child by his brother for eternity.
"If I feed from you, it will remove a great deal of my blood. That will slow the healing," Kol quickly muttered.
"But won't that quicken your healing, too?" Mary-Alice asked suddenly more concerned for him. That brother of his, the hybrid, was a beast.
"Yes, it will, but I already heal fast," Kol said excited by the prospect of tasting her.
"Do it quickly, my love, before they come back," Mary-Alice begged.
Kol did not need to be asked twice, with his trousers still exposing his bum. He gently clasped her throat exposing her pulsing carotid artery. His fangs extended and he drank deeply. He heard her grasp and then relax in his arms. Her blood was like an elixir from the heavens, sweet and pure. The more he got, the more he wanted. His supernatural hearing could sense that Nik and the mother were still downstairs. Something about Marcel?
Kol broke off and retracted his fangs. He kissed Mary-Claire on the lips and said, "All better?"
She nodded, seeming dizzy from his touch and the blood loss. Her long thick brown hair would cover the marks for now.
"How's my bottom?" she inquired, glancing over her shoulder.
It was almost as alabaster as it was at the very start of her spanking.
"Pale, my love," Kol said, this was not good.
"Kol, please help! She will know. Can you paddle me again before they return?"
Kol nodded and vamped over to slowly shut the door and grab the brush. He vamped back over and clasped her arm gently.
"I am so sorry. Ready, my love?" Kol asked looking down and hating himself.
Kol smacked her now white behind as hard as he dared with the heavy brush. If they heard downstairs, the ruse would be up. It made a dull thud and Mary-Alice flinched, but bit her lip to stop from crying out.
He concentrated on using his risk to snap down the brush on her bottom quickly. The rosy color was returning a bit. He wished that Bex had some rouge he could use instead of having to spank Mary-Alice, but Elijah forbade her to wear it. He didn't want their sister looking like a painted lady.
Thud. Thud. Mary-Alice looked back at him with a lusty look. Was she enjoying this? He slipped his hand into those french cut drawers and discovered she was. He kept his hand there and paddled her as hard as he dared a few more times. She was moaning and grabbing his hand as she grinded against it. With his trousers down, he was tempted to take her as they were.
His supernatural senses alerted him to someone coming up the stairs. He vamped to the door and replaced the brush. With only a second left to spare, he put himself back in the corner, trying to steady his breathing.
"Brother? Miss Claire? You may get dressed. We have a bit of a situation on our hands," Elijah said calmly.
Elijah was impressed at how red the girl's bottom was. That mother was really no pushover. Kol's behind had already healed completely.
"What happened, Elijah?" Kol said as he finally pulled up his pants. He then gave Mary-Alice her dress and stepped into the hallway with his brother to give her some privacy.
"Marcel is missing! He attacked me when I started to switch Rebekah for spying on your punishment," Elijah said in shock.
"What? He tried to attack you? That's insane," Kol said seriously. What was Marcel thinking? They had ten times his strength.
"Marcellus was not thinking. Niklaus is most upset. He has asked Mrs. Claire to do a locator spell," Elijah said evenly smoothing out his wrinkled suit.
"Smart," Kol remarked, "What can I do?"
"Well, for starters, you need to apologize to and promise never to see her daughter again," Elijah said with pity. He could see that Kol was smitten.
"No! I won't. You can't make me!" Kol exclaimed horrified.
Elijah immediately bent him forward and smacked his behind four times. Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Oh, god, did Mary-Claire hear that? He was tired of being treated like a toddler. He was bloodly almost 900 years old.
"Yes, I can and I will. If you don't, you will break up the alliance that is holding this city in place. Please, Kol, for once, don't fight me," Elijah seemed tired and worn out.
Kol figured he could get around this, without getting another paddling in front of Mary-Alice. His pride was already wounded.
"Fine, Elijah. I'll do it. But I don't like it," Kol pouted.
"Thank you, brother. I will make it up to you," Elijah promised.
Un-bloodly-likely, Kol thought to himself. He shoved his hands in his pocket and found the bracelet of obedience. He had almost forgotten about the success the witches had already had with Kemiya.
Maybe there would be a way for him to see Mary-Alice again and get what he wanted, his freedom. He fondled the bracelet in his pocket as he went to say goodbye to his new love.