Pairing: Klaus/Kol (M/M) standing/ladle
Elijah/Kol (M/M) otk/ladle -severe
New Orleans, 1913
French Quarter
After Marcel got kidnapped by the wolves, the boys were kept close to home. The rule was now that no one went out alone. Elijah even went shopping with Rebekah on two occasions before he begged off saying he could not stand a third shopping trip. Rebekah was given an allowance to buy from catalogs until the danger of the faction wars blew over.
Kol and Marcel were not to be out by themselves. Klaus and Marcel did not come out and say that they did not completely trust their judgment, but they didn't. This really chafed at Kol's pride. Kol just wanted to take a stroll down the street, maybe compel a pretty lass or two. Perhaps get a drink, maybe do nothing. He had his hat and jacket on and was ready to walk out the door when Klaus stopped him.
"Kol, come in here please. You are not going anywhere," Klaus said causally.
"Brothers, I am an Original vampire like yourselves. I do not understand why I cannot go myself," Kol snapped one evening when Klaus and Elijah were playing chess in the parlor.
"Brother, you spent quite a bit of time, shall we say resting, the past century. Build up your strength, hone your fighting skills a tad more before you take on all of our enemies yourself," Elijah said carefully.
"Who's bloody fault is it that I was daggered?" Kol shouted.
"That would be yours, Kol. I ask that you mind your tongue. Would you like to play the winner? Which shall be me in a moment? Check," Klaus said, moving his queen in front of Elijah's king.
"Not so fast, Niklaus," Elijah said with relish moving his king to safety.
"Nay, I just want to go out and have some fun tonight. I mean, how many times can we listen to her play the same damn song?" Kol said referring to Rebekah playing the piano.
"I heard that, Kol!" Rebekah yelled over. Marcel was leaning over the piano in admiration as Rebekah played and sang "Where Irish Eyes Were Smiling" over and over again.
Kol groaned and threw his hat. It hit the chess board and knocked all the pieces to the floor. Klaus stood and growled.
"Brother, calm yourself," Elijah said to Klaus, patting him on the arm to calm him.
To Kol, he waited for him to apologize while fixing him with a stern glare.
"Kol, any civilized person would have apologized by now. You can march yourself up to your room right now," Elijah said firmly.
Kol flushed, "Sorry, it was an accident. You do not need to send me up to my room like I'm a bloody child."
Kol plopped himself down on the velvet sofa and put his feet on the arm. He knew this annoyed Elijah, but he could not help himself.
Klaus hollered, "You acted like a child. Now do as Elijah said and go to your room. Now!"
By this time Rebekah had stopped playing the piano and she and Marcel were just staring at the unfolding drama before them.
"Fine," Kol intoned tightly picking up his discarded hat, "I shall be in my room, if anyone needs me, which I am sure none of you will. Good evening, dearest family."
Rebekah restarted her song and as Klaus and Elijah picked up their chess pieces and set up their board again, they exchanged a look. Kol was getting more and more out of hand.
Klaus whispered, "We cannot give him a pass. This is how it starts."
Elijah nodded, "I know. I shall go up. I am tempted to start taking a strap to him. He is pushing it."
"Rebekah's hairbrush always seemed to buy us a week or two of good behavior," Klaus added cringing. For all his bluster, Klaus offered worried about being too hard on Marcel and Kol. A part of him worried that he would become like Mikael if he was too strict.
"You are right, Niklaus. You know I would not give him a strapping for something like this. I am just frustrated," Elijah reasoned.
"I know, brother. He is hurting, but once he stops listening to us, we have not choice but to..." Klaus could not finish. They both knew that when Kol spiraled out of control, he needed strict discipline. When that no longer worked, they had to fall back on the dagger.
Elijah signed, "Let me try to talk to him first. If he can settle down, I shall send him to bed early. If that doesn't work, over my knee he shall go."
Klaus nodded sadly and sat back. He wished Kol could have his way, but they had been hearing rumors of a rogue band of witches afoot. These witches were said to be practicing sacrificial magic led by a witch called Papa Tunde. If they got an Original to channel their power, they would be unstoppable.
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Kol walked out of the parlor and right out the back door of the kitchen. It was one of the servants entrances where deliveries were made. Kol put his hat on and tried to be as quiet as possible. He thought about vamping out, but was afraid one of the servants would see him and report him to his brothers. If he was smart, Kol would be in and out before they knew he was gone. As he had said, he didn't think they would even bother to check on him to see if he went to his room.
Kol's face burned with shame over being sent to his room in front of Rebekah and Marcel like that. Sure, they had all been punished in front of each other before, but Kol was older! Older than Rebekah and certainly older than precious Marcellus, he fumed to himself. How dare they!
-*****
Elijah took his leave from the parlor and made his way upstairs. He knew Rebekah was watching him. Kol's behavior pained her, also. They did not really know how to help him. Yet she hated when he was in trouble with his brothers. The tension in the household was palpable.
Kol's door was open and Elijah knew from his vampire senses that it was empty.
"Niklaus! He's gone," Elijah announced, vamping downstairs.
Klaus called to Rebekah and Marcel, "Stay here, we shall bring him back."
Kol was strolling further down St. Charles Street when he heard the hissing of a snake. He turned in time to see a tall sharp-looking black man in a white suit chanting. He had a boa constrictor around his neck, like a scarf.
"Hello, friend, I see we have an Original vampire who has come to be my next offering. What luck!," The man said happily in a heavy accent.
"Aye, friend, why don't you scram because I shove that fedora and that snake up your arse!" Kol retorted.
Kol heard more snakes hissing. He saw two twins boys come from behind him. He started to vamp away and then realized he was pinned. He fell to the dirty ground and writhed to get up.
"If it isn't Alphonz Bellatunde Delgallo, who calls himself Papa Tunde, in the flesh," Klaus announced from behind the twins.
Elijah vamped over on the other side.
"The faction warned us about you and your evil sacrificial magic. It would be a boon to tap into an Original vampire, but we'd have to kill your two fine sons here, wouldn't we Niklaus?" Elijah smirked starting at Papa Tunde with disdain.
"Indeed, Elijah, but perhaps we should cut off the head of the real snake here, which is Papa Tunde himself?" Klaus mused.
"Try it and I will take your brother to a dark and tortuous place. He will suffer unspeakable horror and feel the full weight of the wroth of a 100 witches. If you leave now, I shall let him go and forget that you came into my terrority this time," Papa Tunde threatened.
Elijah burst out, "You surely jest, your terrority? You're not even from here. How dare you?"
Papa Tunde threw down his blade and a line of snakes started slithering from it.
"This is mine now because I claim it. Now take your insolent brother and I shall take my sons. We shall fight another day," Pape Tunde threatened.
He cast a spell and the Originals all were brought down with a horrific head pain. They collapsed to the ground. As they rose, they found Papa Tunde was gone. Only one snake remained and it slithered away down the street.
Elijah brushed off his suit, "Are you both okay?"
Klaus and Kol nodded, dazed.
"Let's go home before that freak comes back," Klaus said gripping Kol was the upper arm.
"Wait, I want to check out that snake. Maybe it will give us a clue as to where he draws his power," Kol hissed as Klaus dragged him down the street.
Klaus stopped dead and turned to him, "You may think you are a bit too old to get a licking in the street, but if you stop one more time..."
"Nik, sorry. I am coming, brother, carry on," Kol said trying to avoid anymore danger or humiliation today. He could tell Niklaus was serious about smacking him right here in the middle of the street.
Elijah looked behind them, "I do not like this. We knew about him, but not the sons. I think we should make haste, brothers."
Klaus nodded and kept a tight grab on Kol's arm. Kol realized they weren't angry at him, but more concerned about Papa Tunde.
As soon as they got back to the Abattoir, Klaus told Elijah to take Kol to his room. Klaus plucked a flat wooden ladle from the counter. If cook was wondering what he was up to, she did not ask one of the masters of the house and kept on working. Klaus went to the parlor to warn Rebekah and Marcel that they had a dangerous run-in with Papa Tunde and to be aware.
Kol came rushing by heading for the front door. Klaus stopped him and dragged him into the parlor.
"What is going on?" Klaus yelled.
"Nik, give me another chance. All I did is go for a little walk. Elijah's going to thrash me," Kol said in a panic.
Marcel and Rebekah stood up to leave.
Klaus growled, "Sit down, both of you. I'm tired of him misbehaving like he is a small child."
They sat and Rebekah gripped Marcel's hand tightly.
Elijah vamped down and was relieved to see that Klaus had a firm grip on Kol. Klaus dragged Kol over to the sofa. He put his boot up on the coffee table and bent Kol over his left thigh.
Klaus brought down the large round flat ladle hard across the seat of Kol's trousers. Thwap.
Kol's jacket was already off. He had on suspenders and his white dress shirt was tucked into his suit pants. Klaus yanked out the shirt and smacked him again with the large flat instrument. Whap! This brought a small reaction from Kol.
Klaus took down the suspenders and shoved the ladle in his own jacket as he worked to unbutton Kol's pants. He also grabbed the waistband of his drawers.
Kol's hands shot down to fight to keep up his trousers.
"No, Nik, please. Not in front of them," he begged looking at Marcel and Rebekah.
"Elijah, help me," Klaus countered.
Elijah vamped over and held Kol's hands as Klaus worked down his trousers and drawers. He yanked them both down to the center of his thighs, effectively baring Kol's bottom.
Kol felt the air on his backside and looked at Elijah with pleading eyes, but Elijah returned a stern gave and said, "You brought this on yourself. Your clothes are filthy. You need a bath after being on the ground."
Klaus now brought down the wooden ladle hand across the center of Kol's backside.
Whap!
Whap!
Whap!
The pain was sharp and Kol jerked and tried to struggle out of place. All he could do is stomp his feet and try to wiggle, but he had very little room to move. Elijah's gripped his arms firmer.
Klaus began to pop the ladle in a random pattern from the tops of Kol's thighs to all over his backside.
"Are you learning a lesson, baby brother?" Klaus lectured.
"Aye, Nik, please stop," Kol begged.
"Enlighten us, what are you learning?" Klaus pressed.
"To not go out alone. You were right! I swear it. I'm l-learning," Kol yelled out as the smacks got harder and faster.
"Oh no, young man. This spanking is for you running out of your room. We'll discuss your misbehavior outside later," Klaus continued.
"N-no, Nik. I am s-sorry. It h-hurts. Elijah, p-please, s-stop him," Kol begged loudly dancing as much as he could to avoid the smacks.
"Kol, when you are told to go to your room, you know to stay there until you are done being punished. Instead you disobey us twice on that account? To me, that sounds like two more sessions with a smarting behind," Elijah intoned.
"No, Elijah! I just wanted to g-go for a b-bloody w-walk! Please, d-don't," Kol whined as Klaus applied the flat wooden ladle to his sit spots until he heard Kol break into sobs.
Klaus took a breath and paused. He tapped the ladle on the top of his thighs.
"Your behind is quite red. I want you to go stand in the corner and calm down a bit before you get your next paddling. Kol, we do not want to be doing this. But you know better than to act up like this. Correct?" Klaus said tenderly. Elijah pulled out his handkerchief and wiped Kol's face.
Whack! Klaus swatted him when Kol didn't answer.
"Yes! Y-yes," Kol sobbed. Elijah let go of his hands and before Kol could reach back to his sore cheeks, Klaus grabbed his arms and marched him to the corner.
Kol's pants were now at his ankles and Klaus guided him into the corner after Elijah moved a fern out of the way.
"Hands on head. Do not touch your behind or you will get a spanking over my knee before we even make it upstairs. Think about what poor choices got you here," Elijah said sternly. Kol was sniffling.
Klaus indicated to Marcel and Rebekah that they could go. Rebekah had been crying on Marcel's shoulder softly. For a second, Klaus felt like a monster for making them watch that. He hugged both of them at the same time, until Rebekah stopped crying and was able to get herself together.
Elijah was helping Kol out of his pants in the corner. Kol had his hands on his head, but was leaning his head on the wall crying. Klaus could hear Elijah saying softly, "We love you, brother. You will get through this and then we will fight that monster who seeks to take our town-together."
Elijah came over to Klaus, they went into the corridor for privacy.
Elijah whispered, "I think I'll have Mabel draw him a hot bath in my room. He can sleep there. I don't trust him to be alone tonight. I'll give him the original spanking I was going to give him before he fled and maybe a paddling with that ladle."
Klaus glanced in through the glass doors, "He's almost bruised. He hasn't fed enough as usual. I'll get that new kitchen boy and he can fed off him a little. He can bring up a supper tray. I don't think Kol will be able to sit for dinner, even if he feeds. Was I too hard on him?"
"Not at all. I think a little shaming is what he needed to wake him up out of this fog he's in. Papa Tunde is a dangerous foe. We need to focus now, not run around town like chickens with our heads cut off. Kol's expertise with witches will be invaluable, but let's save that for tomorrow. Tonight, we have a little boy who needs to go to bed with a hot bottom. I'll take care of that now," Elijah determined.
Klaus smiled for a second, Kol's rear was glowing and he did look like a chastised little boy. He vowed to spend some time with him when this was over. Drinking, cards, women, he'd give him a night of pleasure when it was safer.
Kol felt like his backside was coated with a burning oil. His face was hot with shame. He didn't know what was worse, getting his pants taken down or Elijah holding his hands while he was over Klaus' knee. He wanted to die. Funny, for someone immortal, but he couldn't live with this mortification.
"Kol, are you ready to talk a moment?" Klaus probed in a kind voice.
"Yes, brother," Kol verified quietly.
"Tell me why you are in the corner with a red backside?" Klaus pressed.
Kol couldn't speak without crying, "I disobeyed you both twice and wouldn't go to my room. S-sorry, Nik. Please, don't spank me a-again," Kol reiterated.
"Sweetheart, I wish this was all done with, but you were a very bad boy tonight. You almost got kidnapped by an evil, powerful witch. Elijah's going to see to it that you get a bath, some blood, and a sound spanking. Then, it's right to bed," Klaus said, pulling him out of the corner.
"Nik," Kol cried as Klaus hugged him and pressed his lips to his head.
"You will be fine, but a bit sore. I know your pride is wounded, too, but you brought that on yourself, young man. I shall come up and say goodnight after, okay. I love you. Obey Elijah," Klaus said vamping upstairs to lie down himself.
Elijah led Kol up to his room sans his trousers. Kol's shirt was long enough to give him some modesty in the front, but anyone who saw him from behind couldn't have missed his red thighs and backside peaking out. The coast was clear, though.
A fire was burning and a copper bathtub was set up in front of the fire place. They did have bathroom with running water installed now in the compound, but Elijah preferred to bathe like this.
"You really got dirty out there. Come now, in the tub, then your supper will be brought up. You're drinking an extra dose of blood tonight before bed. Niklaus is arranging it," Elijah said helping him take off his shirt. Kol's backside would be covered in bruises if not for his healing, yet it was still fairly sore looking. It must have been several days since he fed again.
Kol hissed when his backside hit the warm water, but after a minute, it felt good.
Elijah gave him a sea sponge and soap. There was also a stack of fluffy towels and a long handled bath brush. The bath brush made him a little anxious.
Elijah sat in the stool by the tub.
"Want to tell me what is going on?" Elijah asked softly.
Kol ran the sponge over his dirty arms, scrubbing them.
"I am sorry, Elijah. I just do not know. I don't feel like myself. The days pass in a fog. You have Nik, Rebekah has Marcellus, and I have nobody. You don't need me around here. I have no purpose. No goal. I'm useless," Kol confessed, unable to look at Elijah.
"Oh, brother. That is not true. We do need you. Look at this witch business! Niklaus and I are no experts in foe's of this type. You are the one who has the knowledge and the connections to help us bring down this imbecile Papa Tunde. We cannot do it without you," Elijah vowed.
"Really, brother? I, I guess I never thought of it that was. In sacrifice magic, he needs to be pulling the power from somewhere. I think he wants people to think it's the snakes, but...," Kol started.
"But what, Kol?" Elijah inquired.
"It's the sons! That's how he is drawing power. From the sons," Kol announced.
"See, brilliant! Just don't mention this to Marcellus, you know how he is about protecting children. Niklaus, on the other hand, will do anything to protect this family even if it involves taking the heads off of those baby snakes. Thank you, Kol," Elijah said with pride.
"Does this mean I'm not getting another hiding?" Kol quipped.
"No, but I am proud of you. Quite frankly, you deserve another spanking for running from me again, but I'm planning to make this paddling very memorable for you. Finish up. I'll get your clothes," Elijah concluded.
Kol finished scrubbing and then got out and wrapped himself with a towel. He couldn't help but check his backside in the dresser mirror. It stung slightly now, but looked almost fully healed. This meant he could take another full smacking. There were pros and cons to being a vampire.
Kol was siting on the stool wrapped in a towel, drying his hair with a smaller towel when Elijah came in with his pajamas and that horrible flat ladle.
"If I ever burn this place down, remind me to start with the kitchen first," Kol muttered.
"Do not attempt it before I place a decent burn on your posterior. Come here," Elijah said. He sat on the bed and set the ladle down beside him. Kol reached for his clothes and Elijah smacked his hand away.
"Elijah, please!" Kol tried. He knew this towel was not going to last long wrapped around his waist.
"Over my lap," Elijah said grabbing him and guiding him over. He gave Kol a pillow for his head and arranged him so his upper body and legs rested over his lap on the bed.
Kol groaned to be face down on the bed. He had to admit that this was a more comfortable position, then how Klaus thrashed him standing up before. Elijah wrapped his left arm around Kol's waist to pull him in tightly. He felt a sense of safety for a moment, of comfort.
"You know I was in the bakery last week getting Niklaus his beignets and the baker's boy dropped a bag of flour. It went everywhere. He took a strap off the wall and didn't stop until the boy was whipped raw and howling. When you started misbehaving today, I told our brother I was tempted to give you a little taste of the strap..." Elijah started with his hand resting on Kol's towel covered backside patting it.
"No, Nik. A straping! No!" Kol gasped.
"Shh, you should have seen the look on his face at the thought of you getting a real whipping. Kol, I know it embarrasses you to be sent to your room and get lines and to be put in the corner, but we do it because we can't truly be that harsh with you. And as always, if you don't want to get spanked or sent to bed early, you can always start behaving," Elijah said patting a little firmer.
"Yes, brother. I try to behave. I do," Kol pointed out.
"Well, this should be a good reminder," Elijah said unwrapping the towel to reveal Kol's fully healed backside.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Elijah started spanking firmly and quickly which immediately caused Kol to start rocking his hips. The smacks were louder on his damp bottom and hurt more sharply.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Kol couldn't stop kicking out his feet a little as the blows were random and very heavy. He bit his lip not to cry out. It was just a little hand spanking, not a strapping like the boy in the bakery received.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Elijah lowered the swats to the area right below Kol's backside on his upper thighs. This caused him to jerk more and start to grab fist fulls of the comforter. Kol was now kicking his feet into the bed and moving as much as he could to try to avoid the hard smacks.
"A little pink. That seems like a good warm up. Now, I think it's time to paddle you for disobeying us. I do not know what you were thinking," Elijah said picking up the flat ladle. He lined it up with Kol's behind. Kol felt the smooth, cool wood touch his burning cheeks.
"P-please, Elijah. Your hand hurts enough. I will behave. I d-do not need to get the paddle," Kol whined.
"Try to keep as still as you can. I know this stings, though," Elijah offered.
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Elijah walloped him hard and fast and Kol tried to push himself up and throw his hands back. Elijah smacked his hand lightly with the ladle and pinned his hands.
Pop! Pop! POP! POP! POP! POP!
"Owwww. Oh god, 'Lijah, ahhh," Kol grunted as the barrage of smacks.
Elijah paddled him steadily for another minute until Kol was kicking and crying hard. He gave him a minute to breath.
"When I think of that Papa Tunde getting you, it makes me sick. I hope you can understand what we would feel like if we lost you," Elijah lectured checking Kol's bottom for bruises. He was healing as he went, but he could probably only take another half a minute or so.
"S-sorry, b-brother. Stopp, I'll do a-anything," Kol promised.
"Listen to us and obey and you won't find yourself in this position," Elijah shared. Kol was crying and he wasn't sure if he was able to listen much.
"Okay, almost done. I'm going to finish up your paddling. But I want you to learn your lesson," Elijah said raising the ladle about Kol's seat and bringing it down firmly.
Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!
Elijah spanked him soundly until Kol's entire backside and thighs were crimson and Kol lay spent and sobbing. He had probably given him another forty whacks and Kol had given up hope that the vigorous paddling would ever end. For a second, he wondered if he would have been better at the hands of Papa Tunde and his twin sons. He knew that was silly, but his rear was throbbing and burning intensely.
Elijah had tossed the ladle over to the bedside table. He was rubbing Kol's back and telling him it was over. The large wooden spoon had left deep bruises. Elijah felt a little sick, but he knew he would heal once he got some blood in him.
Elijah lifted Kol and wrapped him in the towel to cover him up as he held him to stand. Kol's hand went to his tender backside, but it was too sore to touch. Elijah reached over and got just Kol's cotton pants. He gingerly helped raise the elastic band and help him step in the best he could. Kol sobbed as Elijah pulled him to sit on his lap.
"That was the worst spanking you ever gave me," Kol admitted through his tears.
"I know, baby brother. You scared us today. So reckless and disobedient. Promise me, never again," Elijah demanded wiping tears off his face with the edge of the towel.
"Never, my backside is throbbing, 'Lijah," Kol whined rubbing it now through the fabric of his pajamas.
"Your behind is bruised a little. Niklaus is bringing you extra blood. I want you to feed every day in front of me in the morning, okay?" Elijah said as there was a knock on the door.
Klaus came in with the kitchen boy, who had a tray. The boy offered his neck to Kol and he drank deeply. Kol stopped before he took too much blood, and the boy left the tray.
"So Elijah did not take off your hide? At one point, I was ready to race in here," Klaus admitted.
"You heard me?" Kol groaned.
"Oh baby brother, I think the bloody dead heard you. However, it's over and there is an extra mug of blood for you as well as your supper," Klaus indicated. Kol drank the blood eagerly, he behind was tingling as the extra blood worked to heal him.
"Here's your shirt," Klaus said pulling it on Kol. He gently slapped Kol's hands as he buttoned it.
"Let me see, Kol," Klaus said quietly as he turned him and slipped down his cotton pajama bottoms below his bottom.
Klaus whistled. The skin was still red and in places purple and blue.
"Good lord, Elijah," Klaus gasped. He vamped Kol over to the bed and cradled him in his arms. He bit into his wrist and fed Kol. Kol closed his eyes and drank.
"I'm not a babe at the teat, brother," Kol said wiping blood from his lips.
"I know," Klaus smiled as he gave him more blood.
Elijah rolled his eyes. "No wonder why they are spoiled," Elijah muttered under his breath.
There was another light tap, thinking it was the maid, Elijah called come in. It was Rebekah.
"Is he alright?" Rebekah said vamping over on the bed.
Klaus was rocking Kol who was asleep, "He's fine now."
She started crying again, embarrassed. She had heard Kol's cries and begging. The spanking had only been a few minutes, but she had never heard him yell and cry that loudly. She stammered, "Oh, bloody hell." Elijah moved over on the bed and wiped away her tears.
"He's fine, really, sister. You know how well he behaves for a while after a good spanking. We should have about two or three weeks of peace," Elijah joked.
Marcel came in, "Did I miss the invite?"
Klaus held out his other arm and Marcel got in carefully between Klaus and Rebekah. "Come here, son," leaving no room for debate.
Elijah looked over at Klaus, "How long are you going to hold him like that?"
"Always and..." Klaus smiled.
"Forever," Rebekah and Marcel laughed softly.