Pairing: Klaus/Kol (M/M) otk, brush, severe
New Orleans, 1913
After the Christmas party that year, Kol fell into a stupor of nothingness. For an immortal, time can be meaningless without something to focus on. He gave up on trying to get anyone out of the Fauline Cottage. Witches would cross the street to avoid him. His dark objects had been confiscated, presumably by his brothers. He had to face the fact that he would never have leverage over his brothers. He tried living the straight life, but it was boring.
Rebekah and Marcel had each other. Marcel was training to be "King of the City" some day so he was busy and important. Kol watched jealously as Marcel got dressed in his second best suit to attend a faction meeting with his brother.
"Come with us, Kol. You might actually find it interesting," Marcel said straightening his suspenders and flashing his cuffs.
"Nay, I think I'll check out this new club called The Pit tonight. Why don't you meet me there later tonight?" Kol offered.
"Well, it's 2 pm now. A little earlier to start, even for you, no? I do not think your sister would appreciate me leaving her home to go out with you. She has some sort of women's meeting this afternoon and then we are going out on the town. But I will mention it to her and see if she is up for it," Marcel said, picking up his hat.
"Perhaps later then. Hopefully, I shall be smashed and surrounding by lovely ladies when you come upon me," Kol bantered watching him leave.
Now alone in the house, Kol became hungry and drank from the maid Angela. She was not his type. Her heavy, blunt features and broad form did not excite him, nor did her matronly manner, but he often compelled her when he needed a little sip.
"Kol Mikaelson, what in the world do you think you are doing?" Elijah hissed. Kol hadn't been thinking of tonight and hadn't noticed Elijah behind him even with his supernatural hearing.
Elijah compelled Angela to forget about this and stuffed some coins in her apron.
"Eating. What does it look like I am bloody doing?" Kol questioned.
Elijah took a deep breath and grabbed the paper he had returned home for. Then, he gave Kol that look.
"Sorry, Elijah. I was just bored. I was going to compel her after, too. I don't understand why you are so vexed!" Kol whined struggling not to cover his behind. When his eldest brother got fussy and got that look, Elijah was going to dish out a few strong swats.
"Kol, you know the rules. We don't feed where we can be seen and discovered. We don't feed from our staff. You are standing right here in the front parlor with all of the windows wide open. Anyone could look in," Elijah explained carefully.
Kol looked around. His brother was right. His face fell. They had servants who came specifically for them to feed off of from time to time, he slept through it today.
"I-I, you are right, Elijah. Pardon me," Kol muttered.
"I wish I could, but you have been warned. Go to your room. I'll be up in a minute. Niklaus is going to be angry with me that I am late for the Faction meeting now. No matter. I will mention your part in it," Elijah shared sternly.
"Nik has Marcel there, I'm sure things are well in hand," Kol snapped as he turned slowly to march up to his room.
CRACK!
"Young man, I think you better stop worrying about what Marcellus is up to and be concerned with yourself. Now, march!" Elijah yelled landing two more smacks to Kol's thighs. Whack! Whack!
Kol rubbed the spot where Marcel swatted him right below his left cheek and glared back at his strict brother. He glanced around to see if anyone saw him get reprimanded. The servants were trained to make themselves invisible, but from time to time, he got punished right in front of them.
Kol slammed open his bedroom door and found another maid, a young woman named Becky, cleaning his room.
"Get out, love," he said going to take off his jacket and his shoes. Becky nodded and left quickly twilling her duster. Now, she was a bit easier on the eyes than old Angela. Plus, he was still hungry.
Kol sat on the bed and swung his legs back and forth. Here he was, about to get a hiding, when Marcel was being a big shot at the meeting. Had Nik ever invited him? Kol hadn't even expressed interest in it. Though when Nik had called the faction 'a collection of thieves and pirates', Kol had thought he might attend if there was drinking involved, then he got busy with other things. Hell, where was Elijah? He was about to fall asleep when the old boy came barreling through the door.
"Okay, since you can't seem to remember the rules, you can write until you do. You will write, 'I will obey the rules of the household or I will be severely punished.' I think 100 lines will be a good reminder for you. I didn't want to get more specific so as to be discreet if a servant saw them. Though I suppose, most can barely read the King's English. Get started. I need to get back to the meeting. I want these finished by the time I get back, do you understand?" Elijah said glaring at him from above, as Kol lay on his bed.
"Elijah, I begged your pardon. I do not see the point of this. It's a waste of that fine paper and ink!" Kol reasoned.
"I do believe we can afford it. Now get started unless you want to do it sitting on a sore posterior," Elijah stated.
"Fine," Kol pouted.
"Oh Kol, if you finish, you need to be standing in the corner. No excuses. I grow weary of you jeopardizing our place here. We need to be discreet. You must learn this, Brother. Now get started," Elijah barked.
Kol was stung at Elijah's brusque manner and the childish punishment. Couldn't he just punch him in the face? Thrown him off the balcony?
Kol huffed and uncapped the ink and dipped the pen nib in it carefully. He began to write and then grew very bored. He was tempted to call Becky in to feed off her, but if Elijah saw the fang marks he was in for it. There was a little trick he used to use that he learned way back in Southern France living in the Court de Martel's court. Kol could feed from the femoral artery located in the upper thigh, which unless the lady dropped her drawers, would not be noticed easily on a maid or serving girl. No, too risky.
Kol completed some more of his lines, five to be exact. His face burned in anger and shame. Kol couldn't recall a single time Elijah set him to write lines when he didn't get spanked anyway at some point. This time was going to be different. Kol was not going to give him the pleasure of spanking him today for merely eating. He was a vampire. Thinking about food made Kol hungrier. He really was quite hungry now.
Kol's completed lines only numbered 25. This was torture. Pure and simple. His hand ached. The nib of the pen made an irksome scratching sound. He splashed the ink and a blob spread on the paper. They always made Elijah scold him more. 27. Bloody Elijah would get cross with him no matter what he did!
"Becky!" he shouted in frustration after 32.
"Yes, Master Kol?" she said peeking in. To her, it looked like he was writing a letter.
"Shut the door, love," Kol said. He compelled her and fed freely for a minute or two before they were interrupted.
"Kol, I have an idea for tonight-, Oh, my a-apologies-," Marcel stuttered in shock.
"Marcellus, shut the bloody door!" Kol gasped, wiping his bloody lips with the back of his hand.
Marcel fished out his handkerchief and handed it to Kol.
"You're worse than bloody Elijah," Kol said using it and then tossing it on the floor.
"What are you doing? I-I don't think Elijah or Papa would be too happy if you kill more of the maids," Marcel mentioned, checking out Becky's thighs.
"I am not killing her. Damn, I was hungrier then I though. Could you fetch her some water, be a pal," Kol covered Becky's legs with her uniform and then patted her pale cheek. She was still breathing, but weak.
"Here!" Marcel said pressing the glass to her lips.
"If she does not awaken, I should probably just stuff her in the closet and then dump the body later. I can compel another servant to say she quit," Kol stated calmly.
"She is going to die of blood loss. Let me heal her," Marcel said bitting into his wrist and feeding her his blood.
Becky came to and started screaming.
"Help! Help!" she yelped thrashing around and trying to get up.
"You are fine, love. You fell and I helped you. You drank a glass of water and felt fine," Kol compelled her.
As she left, Marcel muttered, "Please do not fall into the river and drown."
"I am fine. I fell and Master Kol helped me. I drank a glass of water and feel fine," Becky said getting up and leaving the room in a daze.
"Oh hell," Kol said downing the water himself. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Oh, I found out The Pit is the place to be, but how about a more exclusive party tomorrow night? I met a Miss Carmine Guerrera at the Faction meeting and she invited us to a mixed soiree. Wolves, vamps, and your favorite...witches? Tomorrow after 8 pm." Marcel suggested.
"Sounds nice, Mate. Thanks. I will go with you," Kol agreed. "What about Rebekah though?"
Marcel's eyes fell on the lines Kol was writing and he got distracted.
"Oh, someone has been a naughty boy. You best finish those because Elijah is on his way up. Oh no, even beter, that's Klaus. We had a hell of a time at the Faction meeting. Wolves are acting up. He ain't happy," Marcel laughed, vamping out of the room.
Kol vamped to his desk and continued writing. He made it to 42 when Klaus walked in. Kol considered knocking over the ink bottle, but the last time he did that he got an extra whipping for making a mess. With the Originals supernaturally quick reflexes, Elijah knew he did it on purpose.
"Little Brother, Elijah sent me to see that you have completed your punishment lines. How shocking! It seems that you have not. I think he means for me to thrash you if I find you not finished. Funny, because I ought to thrash you for making him late to the Faction meeting, which did not go well. You certainly are overdue for a smacking, do you not agree?" Klaus asked Kol who was writing furiously.
"I think that you do not want to know what I think, Nik. May I continue to write?" Kol snarked.
"Please do, while I consider what to spank you with. Since you feed from a servant, maybe a carpet beater or something they clean with? Margaret was using a substantial clothes brush the other day on my suit. I thought, my word, wouldn't a paddling with that smart something awful. Then, I thought, 'Oh, my little Kol has been so well-behaved that perhaps I shall never need it.' But here we are," Klaus lamented in a sing song voice.
"Nik, I am sorry. Is this not punishment enough? I have to stand in the corner next. If I am going to get spanked anyway, should I even bother?" Kol asked, getting frustrated and throwing up his hands.
"What number at you on?" Klaus asked, getting closer and looking over Kol's shoulder again.
"74. My hand is quite cramped. Really, this is a form of torture. I am learning my lesson here. No more eating the staff. I swear," Kol swore.
"See that you do not," Klaus said kissing Kol on the top of his head. "I am sorry for harassing you, Brother. I only jest, but I can see you are serious about not getting a thrashing today so I will leave you to it."
As Klaus stepped out, he saw Marcel's embroidered handkerchief on the floor. He vamped over and picked it up. There was a section of it damp with wet blood. It was human and this was fresh.
"Brother, what is the meaning of this handkerchief? Please know that I am going to ask Marcellus the same question and if your answers do not mesh, you will find yourselves in a good deal of trouble," Klaus asked raising his eyebrows.
Kol's first impulse was to lie and before he could stop himself, he spit out, "Nothing, Nik. I swear. Go ahead. Ask Marcel. He came in to talk about a party and noticed that I had a spot of blood on my mouth."
"What party?" Klaus narrowed his eyes.
"Not sure. You would have to ask him. May I continue, please?" Kol asked politely.
Klaus nodded and shut the door. Kol was never that polite. He did something wrong and Klaus was going to figure out what it was, even if he had to compel his son to figure it out.
"Marcellus, tell me exactly what happened in Kol's room. Do not think of lying or you will get the same punishment I have in mind for him. Do you understand. Rebekah, please give us a minute," Klaus said as Rebekah and Marcel said on the sofa laughing and drinking small glasses of blood.
"Nik, why do I have to leave? Anything Marcel has to say, I can hear, right Marcel? I am sorry that you had a poor showing at the meeting, but do not take it out on me. I will not be treated like this," Rebekah demanded growing angry.
"Sweet sister, if you are still here on the count to three, you will be the first one of the naughty miscreants I put over my knee this afternoon. One!" Klaus counted.
"I will not be threatened, Niklaus," Rebekah scoffed.
"Two!" Klaus continued.
"Rebekah, go, I'll fill you in later," Marcel said gently.
"Thr-" Klaus smiled as Rebekah vamped out of the room in a huff.
"Now then, Son, tell me what happened," Klaus said calmly.
"There, 100!" Kol said proudly, waving his hand over the last page of his lines to dry them. The first time he actually finished them while sitting comfortably. And they said he could not behave properly.
Kol glared at the corner. He usually tried to vamp over there in time when he heard someone coming. Since Nik left his door open, he thought it might be too obvious to shut, so Kol stomped over and put his nose in the corner. He kicked the wall in his stocking feet to pass the time. These walls needed a coat of paint or something. They looked dirty to him. Perhaps he should have let Becky continue her cleaning uninterrupted today.
Elijah vamped in.
"Finished, young man?" Elijah asked sternly.
"Yes, Elijah," Kol replied respectfully.
"It looks good. I am proud of you. I believe this is the first punish-," Elijah was interrupted by Klaus.
"Not so fast, I just had an interested conversation with young Marcellus. Kol, please turn around and tell us what you did today after Elijah caught you feeding off of the maid in the parlor," Klaus said with quiet authority.
"Damn Marcel!" Kol kicked the wall hard and even being an Original, hurt his feet.
Elijah vamped over and smacked Kol's backside hard three times. Whack! Whack! Whack! Kol whimpered and tried to protect his bottom with both hands but Elijah's glare scared him into dropping his hands to his sides.
"Tell us, please. Kol, do not make this worse for yourself," Elijah said tightly.
"I got hungry and drank from Becky, when she was cleaning my room," Kol confessed. The proverbial cat was out of the bag and he was headed for a drubbing at the hands of one or two angry brothers.
Elijah smiled a cold smile and said in a taut voice, "Is that not preciously what I instructed you NOT to do? I talked to you and attempted to have you see reason while you sit here all day doing nothing, except causing trouble! You dare do this while we all try to keep this city running smoothly and in peace. I will not have it, Kol! Maybe we have been too soft on you and you do need a much firmer hand? You are a disgrace to this family!"
Elijah walked over and tore up the four pages of lines Kol had written and tore them to shreds. The heavy paper was made out of linen and fell to the floor heavily. Kol opened his mouth to protest, but Klaus put a restraining hand on his arm. Kol shut his mouth and looked down at the mess on his floor.
Klaus was becoming alarmed. Elijah was usually the one holding him back from flying off the handle with Kol. For him to create a mess was telling him that their eldest brother needed a break.
"Brother, we have had a taxing day with those Guerrera fiends. Please, go relax and I will give Kol a proper trouncing. Then, perhaps he can re-do his lines in a more receptive state of mind and the lesson will sink in better. Marcel said he took care of the servant and that she should not die of his excesses on this day," Klaus said leading Elijah to the door.
Elijah scrubbed his face with his hand. He needed to shave, bathe, and have several drinks to get in a better frame of mind. He nodded thanks to Klaus and went to his quarters without another word.
"If you had not have involved Marcel, I would not be so eager to give you your comeuppance. However, Marcel said that you almost killed that girl and he had to heal her. Is that true?" Klaus asked quietly. He pulled the chair away from the desk and turned it around to see on it.
"Aye, I was trying so hard to write those blasted lines and not get a tanning that I lost it. I thought if I hid the fang marks not one would find out, then Marcel bust in. No privacy around this place," Kol complained.
"No, there is not. I'm sure the whole household will hear the very tanning you tried to avoid. Kol, look, I've drank from ten thousand servant girls, but not in this home. If we aim to stay here, we need to be much more careful. That's why we have those people come in at breakfast. They are compelled, but we pay them well. Also, it is private and away from prying eyes," Klaus expounded.
"Yes, Nik, everything you two do is perfect and everything I touch turns to dung. I get it," Kol spat his voice laced with sarcasm.
"You are not listening. Well, I know a cure to pop your ears magically open. Go find Angela or Maurice and inquire where that solid clothes brush with the handle is. If they ask you why, you can tell them you are due for a good spanking. Then, you can bring it up to me. I am going to start counting and every number is a whack you shall receive with it on your bare seat. Starting now. One, two..." Klaus said continuing to count.
"Is this another jest to you, Nik? It is not to my amusement!" Kol cried.
"Seven, eight, nine," Klaus continued as he took off his jacket and put it on the back of the wooden chair he was sitting on.
Realizing he was wasting time, Kol finally vamped out and went to look for this clothes brush.
"Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-seven," Klaus said drolly as Kol vamped back in with the heavy brush in his hand. He thrust it into Klaus' hand.
"Thirty-eight, thirty-nine," Klaus continued, "What's this?"
Kol's face reddened in frustration, "You bloody bastard!"
Kol couldn't find anyone to tell him where the brush was, but then saw it in the cleaning supply closet after some looking.
"Forty. That is a mouth soaping. Forty-one," Klaus continued calmly.
"Nik, here is the clothes brush for you to paddle me with," Kol growled.
"Oh, thank you, little brother, are you ready to get started?" Klaus asked happily.
"Fine," Kol sighed.
"Forty-two!" Klaus counted.
"Yes, sir," Kol barked wanting to hit something, but knowing better.
"Come, Kol," Klaus said as Kol shook his head and was about to flee.
Klaus vamped over and grabbed his baby brother's left ear lobe in his right hand to drag him to the chair. Klaus sat in the the wooden chair nearer to the bed. Sometimes he liked to prop his expensive shoe up on the frame of the bed to keep his left leg a bit higher while he sat in the chair. Klaus stood Kol in front of him and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them to his ankles. He left his drawers up and flipped Kol so his hands were on the floor as he lay over Klaus' knees with the rest of his legs resting on the bed.
Klaus picked up the heavy brush and rubbed it over Kol's white cotton underpants in circles.
"Nik, please, just use your hand," Kol whined. Between the embarrassment of going over Nik's knee and the tongue lashing from Elijah, Kol was already tearing up.
"Shall I go get Elijah? I think he was ready to give you a taste of the cane. Would you rather that?" Klaus said softly.
"No, I have been punished all day," Kol continued. He hated starting at this damn floor again. He couldn't think straight with his head down and his arse in the air.
Crack! Crack! Klaus brought the brush down on the center of each of Kol's cheeks smartly. Klaus tucked Kol's white dress shirt up on his back and raised up his left knee to get full access to his behind.
"Oww!" Kol blurted. The pain was like an explosion of fire in each spot even over his underwear.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Klaus swatted down randomly as Kol tried to move and squirm out of the path of the brush which was impossible in the position he was in. Klaus' arm locked him firmly into place.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Klaus aimed two hard swats at Kol's sit spots and heard him moan in pain. Klaus' heart twisted.
Klaus brought the heavy brush down six times across both of Kol's cheeks firmly causing him to shriek and wail in pain.
Klaus put the brush down a moment and patted Kol's back a moment.
"I know you are going through some kind of melancholia, brother. I aim to spank that out of you. You do not have to be sad. You will find your place if you let us help you, Kol. These petty misbehaviors are beneath you. I know you are sad about your witch friends, but you need to move on," Klaus said. He figured Kol could use some time to heal.
"These need to come down," Klaus said pulled down Kol's drawers to join his trousers.
"No! Please, Nik. I u-understand. You don't h-have to," Kol begged. Kol felt a rush of cooler air on his behind which felt soothing for a moment before that evil brush descended.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Klaus was using more of the snap of his wrist than his vampire strength while paddling down on Kol's behind. Yet even with this mercy, Klaus could see bursts of red blossoming in each spot on Kol's backside that he struck. Smack. Smack. That was twenty.
"I want you to apologize to Elijah after this, Kol. You know how hard he tries to keep us safe. He also tries to be patient with you. Neither of us like to see you in this position, even when you are in need of a sound brushing like today. Can you do that?" Klaus said cracking the brush down all over the now red behind. Ten more brought the count to thirty.
"Yes, Nik. I am sorry. I swear I was not going to k-kill her, but maybe I was. I do not know. I just do not care anymore. It hurts!" Kol yelled thrashing wildly while Klaus's left hand pinned him firmly down.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Klaus lit up Kol's upper thighs causing Kol to scream in pain.
Klaus brought the last six spanks down hard on the center of Kol's backside. The brush covered both cheeks. Kol was sobbing heavily and not kicking any longer, but lay still. Klaus dropped the brush on the bed and rubbed Kol's back. His backside was an angry red, almost purple in some spots. He would heal, but Klaus knew it had to have felt agonizing.
"You will get up tomorrow with your family and eat with us, so you are not starving the rest of the day. Then, you are going to find something constructive to do, even if you find it dull and taxing. We'll have dinner and then Marcel said you two were going to The Pit. You might meet some nice vampire girl there," Klaus smiled.
Kol wondered why Marcel didn't tell Klaus they were going to that other party. That was a little strange, but the throbbing pain in Kol's bottom was his only concern right now.
Klaus was starting to help take off Kol's pants and underwear when Elijah tapped on the door.
"May I come in, brothers?" Elijah said politely.
Elijah was ashamed to see the pile of of papers he tore up on the floor in a fit of temper.
"Please," Klaus responded. Elijah went to the bed and folded back the covers of the feather bed.
Klaus helped Kol get in on his stomach. He kissed him on the top of the head and said, "We'll talk later."
"Nik," Kol called out turning.
"Yes, mate?" Klaus asked pausing by the door.
"I am sorry for calling you a bastard," Kol sniffed.
"I know. We'll hold off on that mouth soaping this time. And I'll return this horrid brush to the servants where it belongs. Okay?"
"Thanks, Nik," Kol said.
Klaus nodded at Elijah and left quietly.
Elijah sat a bit stiffly on the bed by his youngest brother. His face fell when he saw the state of Kol's backside.
"Oh Kol, that brush really did a number on your behind. Come here," Elijah said picking him up in his arms. Kol hissed as his upper thighs came to rest on Elijah's hard legs. Elijah made sure his rear was not in contact with any pressure.
"Shh, come here. I am sorry I got so cross with you earlier, little brother. I was the disgraceful one. I should have let you feed after Angela this morning. You told me you were hungry and I more eager to punish you with those lines, then listen to what you were telling me," Elijah said rubbing Kol's back and hugging him.
"No, 'Lijah, I should have gotten up for breakfast. I need to stop lazing around doing nothing and breaking the rules. I disobeyed you. I am sorry. I probably would have drained Becky, if it was not for Marcel," Kol admitted painfully.
"I am proud of you for doing your lines. I think we can forgo another set of them, hmm. Let me see the damage," Elijah said lifting the tail of Kol's dress shirt to see his battered rump.
"Kol, I do not think you could sit and write on this behind if you wanted to. The next time you need paddled, I think one of our spoiled sister's wooden hairbrushes will do just fine. Here," Elijah bit into his hand offered it to Kol.
"There will not be a next time, I swear it," Kol promised taking Elijah's hand and drinking deeply. The blood did seem to help alleviate some of the deep throbbing pain he was feeling.
"You know we adore you, even when we're angry with you? When you're done feeding, you are going to take a rest. It's been a long afternoon," Elijah said firmly.
Kol stopped drinking and protested, "Elijah! I'm not-"
Smack!
Elijah laid a light tap on Kol's thigh in warning.
"Flip over. I am assuming you want to rest on your stomach," Elijah smiled. He got Kol situated and tucked him in.
"'Lijah, will you stay?" Kol asked timidly.
"Always and forever, brother," Elijah said sitting down in the chair to watch him sleep.
As Kol fell asleep, he wondered again why Marcel lied about the party tomorrow night. He'd have to ask him later, he supposed.