Pairing:
New Orleans, 1913
The day before: Elijah/Marcel-otk, hairbrush, Klaus/Marcel, standing, mild hand
"Now then, Son, tell me what happened," Klaus said calmly. Rebekah had just left, and not by her own volition.
"Nothing, Papa, I just wanted to see if Kol wanted to go out tomorrow. He was upset when we were leaving for the faction meeting. I think he is feeling a little lost since his witch friends are locked up and the rest of the witches are shunning him," Marcel admitted
Klaus had not known this. He had been wrapped up in all of the faction issues and not really paid much attention to his little brother. Sometimes he just thought of his as the pest, he had when they were children, never wondering why he acted up.
"I suppose if he has no one to make merry with or cause mischief with, he is bereft. So, you walked in his room and he was...And Marcel, I mean it, if you lie, you are going to get the same punishment, son," Klaus prompted.
Marcel tried not to wince, "He was feeding up of the maid, the young one. Becky, on her thigh area. I think he was trying to hide the fang marks. I scolded him myself, Papa, and then healed her. She was still alive, just weakened. He said he was going to stop!"
"Thank you for being the more mature party, son. We cannot have any rumors or stories swirling around, especially now with all the strife caused by those damn wolves. Speaking of, your party is not in association with any of them, correct? I saw you speaking with Ms. Guerrera. A dark haired beauty, but very dangerous. You are forbidden from socializing with that crew. They are wild and not the caliber of people a son of mine should be associating with," Klaus lectured.
"Klaus! I'm a vampire now. I can protect myself, for God's sake. You're being ridiculous," Marcel exploded.
"Son, please. Just obey me without question for once. I am weary and now have to deal with your petulant uncle. Stay away from those wolves. Vampire or no, you are still..." Klaus begin.
"Yes, yes, your son. Fine. No, Guerrera's. We shall just do our imbuing at the vampire bars. May I go check on Rebekah?"
"Of course, son. Thank you for telling me the truth. I know you do not like to get Kol in trouble, but mischief is his middle name. Go to Rebekah and soothe her ire at me, if you can," Klaus said getting up to go deal with Kol.
A while later, Rebekah and Marcel were on the balcony drinking sun tea. Rebekah was reading a copy of McCall's magazine and Marcel was trying to read the newspaper. His thoughts were distracted by his treatment by Klaus. At times, Klaus expected him to be the future King of the City, but then he wanted to choose his friends for him.
"Klaus still thinks of me as a child. He told me to stay away from the Guerrera's. I was going to take Kol to a little party there tomorrow night. Now, I forbidden from associating with these low sorts. If I was human, I'd be 100 years old right now. I think I can decide where to go for the evening," Marcel ranted at Rebekah. She put down her magazine and looked up.
"What in the bloody hell is he doing to Kol?" Rebekah stood and went closer to the door.
Marcus zoned in with his vampire hearing, he heard,"Yes, Nik. I am sorry. I swear I was not going to k-kill her, but maybe I was... just do not care anymore. It hurts!"
Marcel and Rebekah looked at each other. They knew better than to interfere.
"This is my fault. I should have covered for him. All he did is something we have all done a thousand times. Drink from a servant? I know he gets an attitude, but sometimes they seem so hard on him," Marcel declared guiltily.
"Marcel, you do not really know how bad he can get. Kol tends to spiral into debauchery and terror. At times, Nik has joined him. Other times, Kol's antics have caused Mikael to track us down single-handedly. The first time he got the dagger was what, Spain in the early 1700s...He caused such mayhem that we needed to flee. He didn't even want to come with us, saying that Mikael really only wanted Nik. The things they do, are often for his safety. I do not like it either, but believe me, Marcel, it is the only way with him," Rebekah admitted sadly. She had tears in her eyes.
"So when these thrashings not longer work on him, he'll get the dagger?" Marcel inquired.
"Yes, I hate that it has to be like this. I still fear it. The last time I got it, I awoke to find 52 years had passed and you were an immortal," Rebekah burst.
"Rebekah, do you ever think that there is another way? I mean, a way we could be free?" Marcel whispered.
"Of my brothers? Sometimes it all I think about. I love them, always and forever, but maybe someday we could flee all this. It could just be us. We could build a house. Have a family of our own. Oh god, forget it, it's so silly," Rebekah blushed.
"No! It is not. It is everything. Rebekah Mikaelson, I swear to you one day, our dreams will come true, no matter what we have to do, to make that happen," Marcel said kissing her passionately.
They heard another series of thwacks and Kol continuing to scream.
The next day:
Kol dutifully drank from the hefty gentleman the next morning as he promised he would. There was no vampire who wouldn't prefer to drink from the vein first. Though the old man smelled of sweat, yeast, and possibly flour. Was he a baker? There was also a younger man waiting in the butler's pantry for the others to drink from, but Kol had had enough.
In the kitchen, the table was set for breakfast. Kol took his place and after the food was served, Rebekah looked at Kol with a pained look.
He blushed knowing she heard the hiding he got the day before.
"I am fine now," he said smiling. She nodded and sipped her orange juice.
Klaus wanted to admit that he put that clothes brush in the incinerator, but he did not want to embarrass his brother further.
"So, you two are hitting the two tonight?" Klaus asked Marcel and Kol.
Marcel answered, "Yes, there is this new vampire club called The Pit. We're going to check it out."
"Easy on the gin tonight, Marcellus. We have that meeting early tomorrow," Klaus reminded him.
"The one about the docks?" Elijah asked.
"Yes, there has been some trouble there recently," Klaus confirmed.
"I read in The Herald yesterday that there were some murders," Marcel went on.
"Ugh, I do not want to hear this first thing. I am off to do some shopping on Canal Street," Rebekah said.
Elijah cleared his throat and said,"If I get a giant bill from Maison Blanche again, sister. We will be having that talk. Mind your budget."
"Elijah, you are no fun! I need some new hats, gloves, a pocket book for the ball next month, and just a few other things," Rebekah laughed leaving.
"Just be on the look out tonight. Kol, stay with Marcel tonight. Stay out of wolf territory. I think they are trying to expand their business and they will stop at nothing to do so, even if they have to start a war," Elijah explained.
"Damn, you too, Elijah. Kol does not need to be my wet nurse! I am a vampire too, now. I can defend myself. When are you people going to understand that?" Marcel exploded.
"Marcellus, he did not-" Klaus started.
"Marcel, no one is saying you cannot defend yourself. However, there are forces out there, like wolves, that hunt in packs. Kol is an Original and can fend off such an attacks. Now, if you can-," Elijah offered.
Marcus got up and vamped out of the room. Elijah balled up his linen napkin and threw it on his plate.
"I will look after him. Let me speak to him," Kol volunteered, going after Marcel.
Elijah gave Klaus a stern look, "He's your son."
"My little warrior chaffs against authority, brother. He is meant to lead, not follow. If he puts himself in danger, you have my permission to deal with him as you see fit," Klaus said evenly.
"Thank you, brother," Elijah said pacified.
"You wouldn't take your cane to him, though, would you?" Klaus worried.
"No, Marcel is right. I do still see him as that child you saved long ago.
I could never be that severe with him, or any of them really," Elijah admitted.
"I burned that clothes brush last night. I cannot stop hearing Kol's cries in my head," Klaus lamented.
Elijah laughed, "I feed him my blood after to heal him faster after you spanked him. His behind was in a fearful state. We've slaughtered innocents and kings alike without a qualm yet we agonize over giving these children a well-deserved hiding once in a while. We grow soft, brother."
"Let us reserve our harshness for those who deserve it, our enemies," Klaus announced, leaning back as Becky took his plate.
The Pit that night was alive with vampires and those who associated with the undead.
Marcel was hitting the gin heavily, still irritated at being treated like a child by his family.
"You know, someday, Rebekah and I might just leave. What are they going to do? You know they cannot dagger me, Kol? If they dagger her, I will find her and pull it out," Marcel bragged.
"Mate, you are daft. She is my sister. She is not going anywhere. We may not be able to die, but we can be captured and thrown into the bottom of the ocean. Marcel, face it. You are stuck. Just like us," Kol shared checking out a pretty vampire waitress that was eyeing him.
"Yes, I am sorry. I did not mean that. I know she is your sister and you love her, too. I just hate how they treat me like I cannot use the piss pot on my own," Marcel continued.
Kol was no longer listening. The waitress was smiling and curling her fingers at him.
"Mate, I am going to get more gin. Hold that thought," Kol said staring at the coffee colored beauty who was beckoning him. She wore a shimmery red dress and had red lacquered nails.
Marcel downed the rest of his drink. He was drunk now. You know, he was going to that party. He would leave Kol here. Why get him in more trouble? Kol's ass was probably still sore from yesterday.
Marcel ran into another vampire he knew from around, "Hey man, did you hear about some werewolf party? I think it is supposed to be pretty big. Do you know where this is?" Marcel got directions from the other vampire and left after that vampire declined his offer to go with Marcel. Few vampires wanted to hang around with wolves.
Glancing to make sure Kol was busy with the girl, Marcel vamped out and went to the address Carmine gave him. Marcel did pause a second when he realized that this party was near the docks.
"Bloody hell!" Kol was making out with the attractive waitress in the back when he realized he forgot about Marcel. He checked and the boy was gone.
"Marcellus Mikaelson, it is? Glad you could make it. Are you alone?," Carmine asked kissing his cheek.
"Yes, my friend could not make it. Please call me Marcel. Great party! Heard there has been some trouble down here at the docks," Marcel started.
"Oh, just that your father wants to run it when it is our territory. Do you know what Guerrera means, Mr. Mikaelson?" Carmine asked in a chilly voice.
"War, does it not?" Marcel was starting to think this was a bad idea.
"Indeed, it does," Carmine said nodding to her guys to capture him.
The vervain soaked ropes burned and made Marcel yelp in pain.
"Why are you doing this?" Marcel cried.
"To send your daddy a message not to mess with our family. The Guerrera's run the docks and we will not give it over to vampires. Take off his head and send it to his father," Carmine said before she howled in triumph. Every other person in the room howled with her and Marcel realized that he was dead, again.
Klaus heard the howls before he smelled the wolves. Kol had come to get him and Elijah after the other vampire at The Pit had told him where Marcel was headed.
"Unhand my son!" Klaus roared.
The wolf holding Marcel and the blade just laughed until Elijah took of his head in a blur.
Klaus' eyes glowed yellow and he thundered, "Who is in charge here? Show yourself!"
All the wolves who hadn't fled, knelt down to Klaus. They knew a real alpha when they saw one, it wasn't Carmine.
Carmine Guerrera stepped forward. She trembled seeing the severed head of her cousin in front of her and her pack bowing to the hybrid.
"Does your father know what you are up to, young lady?" Elijah said sternly.
Carmine held up her head and said proudly, "I am ready to run this family. My father is old and sick. He was ready to let you abominations run the docks when it is our territory."
Klaus started, "You were leaving the bodies here to cause friction between the authorities and your family, so you could take over. I am sure they will not be happy to find out what you have been up to, Ms. Guerrera."
Elijah glanced at Klaus knowingly.
"Niklaus, why don't you and Kol return Carmine to her family and have a talk with them while I take home your wayward son? Perhaps then, we can have peace here at some point after all," Elijah suggested.
Elijah whispered to Klaus, "Don't kill her, let her people deal with her. I doubt they knew what a traitor she is. I'll give Marcellus what he's been begging for. Do not worry, brother, I shall give him what you needed and then you can comfort him later."
Elijah put his hand on his brother's shoulder and vamped out dragging Marcel with him.
Elijah just ignored Marcel's pathetic attempts to explain himself.
Rebekah was up waiting in her robe pacing and hugged Marcel tightly when he came home.
"Hey, no crying. I am fine. Go to bed and I'll see you tomorrow," Marcel said bravely.
Elijah turned to him and lightly cupping his neck said, "Go get ready for bed and wait for me in your room. I will be up soon."
"Yes, Elijah," Marcel slowly went upstairs to wash and change.
Elijah had taken off his jacket and was still in his dress shirt and pants. He had the hairbrush tucked in the back of his pants.
"Are you okay, Marcel?" Elijah asked calmly.
"I thought for a couple of minutes that they were going to kill me. I did not think I would ever see y'all again," Marcel confessed with his head down.
"The wolves have been having this internal power struggle for decades. The alpha always seems to rise when their previous one weakens. I just did not anticipate it being the daughter, but stranger things have happened. I'm going to deal with your spanking tonight and then your father will be in to see you after he settles things with the wolves," Elijah announced pulling out the brush from his waistband.
"I guess I should have mouthed off to you this morning at breakfast," Marcel smiled shyly.
"I'm not punishing you for that, Marcellus. You are right that we are protective of you. I hope you see why now a little better. And yes, you are going over my knee because..." Elijah begun.
"...in this family when you act like a child, you get treated like a child," Marcel repeated from memory. He normally would have whined that he didn't deserve the spanking, but he knew this time he had no ground to stand on. He was still trembling thinking of the vervain robes and the wolf with the knife to his throat.
"Let's take down your pajamas. There, pants to your knees," Elijah said leading him over to the bed and sitting far back. Marcel's face burned as in this position, he had to fight to not get up and throw back his hands.
Marcel was now bared fully as his underwear was pulled to join his pajama bottoms at his knees. His shirt was giving him some modesty, but that wouldn't last.
"Over now. It's been a while since I had you over my knee. I know you are ashamed and embarrassed, that's part of the punishment. Think of what could have happened if Kol hadn't have found that vampire you talked to, or your father hadn't sniffed out the wolves," Elijah said patting Marcel's bared behind. He handed Marcel a bed pillow to grip under his head.
"Hold on to that so you do not reach back," Elijah warned.
Marcel was clenching and quivering. Elijah rubbed his back for a moment.
"Marcel, relax a little. I'm going to spank you with my hand first. After the warm-up, you're getting the hairbrush. Yes, it's going to sting, but you will live," Elijah said, now tapping Marcel's behind a little harder.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Elijah started smacking all over Marcel's bottom popping his hand down to start the warm-up. Crack! Crack! He swatted across both of his cheeks a bit firmer.
And then continued the lighter smacks to create a slow build up of fire. Marcel would heal, but not as fast as an Original.
"I am scared," Marcel whispered, his bare mounds quivering and shaking.
Elijah started swatting the center of each cheek for five licks in the same spot before moving on to the next. This caused Marcel to squirm and involuntarily kick his legs out.
"Shh, it will be over in a few minutes. Your papa will be here and he'll hold you after I do. We all love you, Marcel. Kol was so worried. He was beside himself. And for once, he had no thought of his own hide. He only thought of your safety."
Hearing this made Marcel start sobbing into the pillow. Elijah started spanking a little harder and faster. Marcel was unable to stop himself from pushing up on the bed. Elijah smacked his upper thighs hard and told him sharply to stop. He then pulled Marcel in tighter with his left arm and really started spanking the daylights out of the younger vampire. Marcel cried out and threw his right hand out to protect his fiery seat. Elijah pinned that hand back and continued the now hard spanking. Marcel's rear was a dark pink and his cries with hitched and ragged.
"Why are you over my knee getting your naughty behind blistered, mister?" Elijah asked pausing as he gently rubbed Marcel sore bottom.
"I went to the party after Papa told me not to," Marcel sobbed.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
"And?" Elijah continued, staying his hand again.
"I left Kol and didn't tell him where I was going," Marcel blubbered.
Elijah spanked him randomly trying to make sure Marcel's bottom was an even shade of pink.
"No, p-please. I am s-so s-sorry," Marcel wailed. He was embarrassed that he was crying so hysterically over a hand spanking, but Elijah had a hard hand. His words were powerful in helping Marcel get out his guilt over not listening to his family.
"I'm going to start with the hairbrush now until you learn you lesson," Elijah said picking it up and rubbing it over Marcel's cheeks.
The hairbrush felt cool and smooth over his burning skin. Marcel sucked in his breath as he felt the whoosh of air as the brush was applied.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah gave him two swats on the center of each cheek. He started paddling him slowly all over, mostly from cheek to cheek. Lowering the brush to the upper thighs and sit spots every now and then.
"I am going to let go of your hand. Keep it up front," Elijah repeated. Marcel gripped the bed sheets in his first as he sobbed into the pillow which was wet with tears.
"P-please, 'lijah, I cannot take any more. Please no more b-brush," Marcel begged.
Marcel was moaning and rocking his behind from side to side as much as he could. He tried kicking and raising himself up. All these moves cost him was a slightly harder whack.
Marcel got spanked for two solid minutes where he kicked and writhed to no avail. The pain was not sharp, but a slow, steady fire that got hotter and hotter. Elijah had not been spanking hard with the brush, but decided to just him some firmer whacks to end.
"Tell me what you learned, young man," Elijah said stopping and holding the brush above his behind.
"I need to listen to you and Papa," Marcel uttered through tears.
Pop!
"Good. What else?" Elijah prompted.
"I am not as tough as I think I am," Marcel sobbed, that one was hard to admit.
Pop!
"And?" Elijah said again.
"I owe everyone an apology," Marcel yelled out as he got three hard swats to the center of his stubborn backside. Pop! POP! POP!
"Owww, it hurts. I-I am s-sorry, Uncle Elijah," Marcel moaned.
Marcel hadn't called him that since he turned his back on him many years before. Elijah's heard melted.
Pop! Pop!
"And how do we feel about you, Marcellus?" Elijah said softly.
"You love me, always and forever," Marcel shouted as Elijah gave him five more taps. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.
"Yes, we do. I do, Marcel. I do not say it enough, but I love you, even when your behavior is less than desirable," Elijah said rubbing his back. Marcel had started to settle down and realize the spanking was over.
"I'm sorry about today. I love you, too," Marcel wept as Elijah pulled him up. His nightshirt fall down and covered him.
Elijah put him on his lap and rocked him for a while.
"I know you are scared, but I think those wolves were messing with you. Even they would not be so bold as to hurt the son of the King of New Orleans' Klaus Mikaelson. The only ones bold enough to disobey him are the ones in this house," Elijah smiled.
"We will not again. It is not worth it to get a spanking like that," Marcel complained, rubbing his behind the best that he could.
"You're healing. It does look sore, though. You might need to bring a pillow for the meeting tomorrow," Elijah joked.
"Oh, I forgot. Do you think they will know I got my butt paddled?" Marcel asked.
"Only if you wiggled and shift every two seconds like a recently spanked boy," Elijah smiled.
"You don't think...," Marcel wondered.
Klaus walked in and said, "...that you are going to get a reminder spanking to behave before the meeting? Oh, you certainly are, young man. You will be lucky if I don't apply my belt to your red behind. I can tell you that is what little Miss Werewolf is getting right now in front of the whole pack. Her father is too sick so the other wolves are stepping in to provided the required discipline. It was either that, or her head was going on a pike."
"Papa, I am so sorry," Marcel cried as Elijah put him on his feet.
Klaus stepped over and peel back his p.j. top to see his bottom. It looked red and sore.
"Your uncle did a good job of spanking you, Thank you, Elijah," Klaus said, getting Marcel a firm smack that reignited the burning. Marcel hissed and jumped up clutching both of his scotched cheeks.
"Papa, he already paddled me hard with the brush. You cannot spank me again! No more," Marcel cried.
"Let's see about this, my little warrior. You still seem full of some willfulness," Klaus said, bending Marcel over and lifting up his shirt. His bottom was healing quickly and losing the pinkness. Klaus started spanking him as he stood upright hard enough that each swat brought Marcel up to his toes. Klaus easily swatted across both cheeks firmly.
Elijah walked out of the room and patted his brother on the arm.
"See you at the meeting tomorrow. The brush is on the bed, if you need it, brother. Marcel, something tells me everyone might know you are sitting on a sore behind tomorrow," Elijah smiled as he heard Klaus give Marcel another swat, then another.
"No, Papa. I didn't m-mean it," Marcel wailed as Elijah stepped into the hallway.