Pairing: Klaus/Marcel (M/M) ruler
Elijah/Rebekah (M/F) hairbrush
New Orleans, 1913
French Quarter
"You want to plan a party and invite Papa Tunde?" Elijah scoffed in disbelief.
"Elijah, think about it. We'll bury the hatchet and get a feel for this character. If he can't play by the Garden District rules, we shall use his little secret to bury him," Klaus said sipping on his gin and tonic.
"Kol, are you quite sure that the sons are his source of power?" Elijah asked their younger brother.
"I noticed there was a sigil carved onto their foreheads. It is an ancient witch rune for power. And you thought our father was an awful prick!" Kol laughed.
"Language," Elijah scolded, while Klaus laughed.
"So, we'll let Rebekah plan the party and invite Pape Tunde, those Guerrera werewolves, and the French Quarter coven. We can offer part of the docks to Tunde and see if he respects the boundaries, which he won't," Klaus concluded.
"Don't the Guerrera's run some whorehouses down in Storyville? I know Elijah here doesn't believe in prostitution, but we could take a piece of that action and parley it to Papa Tunde. If it comes down to it, the bloody wolves will kill him themselves," Kol offered.
"You know, that is not a bad idea. I don't like getting our hands that dirty, but if we could get those Guerrera brutes to take care of Papa Tunde that solves the other issue," Elijah reasoned.
"What other issue?" Kol asked lighting a cigar.
"Then, we wouldn't have to kill Papa Tunde's twin sons," Klaus answered, looking at Elijah.
"Why do we care about that?" Kol asked lightly.
"We don't, brother. But Marcellus does. You know how he feels about children and their untimely deaths," Klaus said finishing his drink.
-*****
"Marcel, are you smoking again?" Rebekah called from the back parlor.
"No, that must be Kol," Marcel said coming downstairs. He had been upstairs shaving.
"Filthy habit, I'd say," Rebekah said to the housekeeper.
"Yes, Miss. I'll get to that laundry," she replied turning into the scullery, off of the kitchen.
"Where are your brothers?" Marcel asked glancing around.
"Oh, they are in Nik's study, their bloody war room. I do not like it, Marcel. I smell trouble. Witches, bloody, damn witches!" Rebekah cursed, stamping her foot.
"You best watch that language, you know Elijah has been on the war path about us cursing this week. I was sure Kol was gonna catch it yesterday for calling Klaus a bastard under his breath. M'lady, if we don't all get outta this house soon...," Marcel was silenced by her kiss.
"I know. I'd say we should sneak out tonight, but after that licking Kol got the other day, the hell with it," Rebekah blurted, not seeing Elijah behind her.
"Elijah! Oh, I didn't see you there! My, what a lovely suit that is," Rebekah said in a high pitched voice.
"Marcellus, your father wants to see you in his study. You are not in trouble. But you, young lady, are in trouble. Come with me," Elijah dragged Rebekah down the hallway with him.
Marcel glanced back and wanted to called out "told you so." But then he thought it not prudent.
"Papa, you wanted to see me," Marcel said politely.
Kol rolled his eyes behind Klaus. Marcel was such a suck up.
"Yes, son. Let me fill you in on the plan to take down Papa Tunde...," Klaus began.
"Elijah, I'm sorry. It's just we've been stuck in this house and it's getting to me. Please, don't spank me!" Rebekah pleaded.
"It is unseemly for people of our class to strolling around with the manners and vocabulary of a bunch of dockworkers. Now I warned all of you that the next time was going to be a trip over my knee," Elijah scolded.
"What if I do it again, you can spank me with my hairbrush? Please, Elijah!" Rebekah begged.
"Young lady, I was just going to give you a few taps with my hand, but I can see you are in need of a real spanking today-with your hairbrush! Now go up to your room and put your nose in the corner," Elijah ordered.
"Elijah, this isn't fair. You are a real son of a bitch! No one can stand you-you are such a stick in the mud! We would be better off if you would just leave us all the hell alone so we could live our lives instead of being nagged by you constantly like some prissy mother hen," Rebekah said stomping off.
Elijah was stunned. His sister had never spoken to him that way in 900 years. He didn't even know she knew such language. He felt his neck grow hot. His instinct was to follow her and paddle the sass out of her right in the middle of the courtyard. But he knew, he needed to calm down. More over than his anger, Elijah was just plain hurt. He wanted his family to behave with the decorum of their station, not act like ill-mannered brutes. What that so wrong with that?
Elijah walked out in the courtyard in a daze. Kol came out of Klaus' study rolling his eyes more. Sometimes he couldn't handle Marcel and his "the perfect son" routine. He had to get out of there.
"Elijah, old man, say, you don't look so good. Are you alright?" Kol said.
"No, I'm fine, Kol. I just got into a little tiff with our sister," Elijah said lightly, although Kol could tell he was upset.
"That wasn't you, she was yelling at? Was it? I thought it was that new gardener she hates...," Kol speculated.
"No, it was me. The old stick in the mud son of a bitch," Elijah joked.
"Elijah, she didn't mean it. She was just angry. I'll go talk to her," Kol insisted.
"Kol, thank you. Tell her that she can come out of her room. I won't punish her for her opinion," Elijah vowed walking off to his quarters.
"Sister, may I come in?" Kol said tapping on her door.
"No!" Rebekah shouted.
"How very kind of you," Kol said coming through the door as Rebekah fired her book at him. He dodged and it smashed into the wall.
"Sweetheart, that was not very ladylike of you," Kol said now dodging a teacup that smashed.
"Get out! I'll give you lady-like!" Rebekah yelled.
"Elijah said you can come out. He said he won't punish you for your opinion," Kol repeated.
"He what?" Rebekah asked in confusion.
"Darling, I, I don't even know how to say this," Kol started, sitting on the bed where she was lying.
"What?" Rebekah snarled.
"I think you hurt his feelings," Kol said looking at her in surprise. Kol repeated his conversation with Elijah in the courtyard.
"Oh Kol, I'm a monster," Rebekah sobbed, "He was only going to give me a smack or two and it doesn't even hurt over all these slips and layers."
Rebekah crawled into Kol's lap and he hugged her as she cried.
"I told him no one could stand him, oh Kol, I feel awful. You should spank me. I can't face him," Rebekah cried.
"Darling, I can't spank you. We're Irish twins, plus I curse worse than you do. Maybe Marcel would like the job?" Kol grinned.
"Stop it, you pig!" Rebekah laughed as she punched Kol in the leg, knowing Marcel would never even joke about raising a hand to a lady, especially his lady.
"No, seriously, just go tell Elijah that you're sorry. Darling, he'll forgive you. Now, you might get a few licks, but you know you never get thrashed a tenth as hard as Marcel and I do, though I guess you don't really behave as badly as we do," Kol said.
Rebekah groaned and blew her nose into her handkerchief loudly.
"Oh, very ladylike," Kol said lifting her off of the bed. "I'll come with you, luv."
"Elijah, can I talk to you?" Rebekah asked timidly as he was planning with Klaus and Marcel in the study. Kol came in behind her and sat down.
"Yes, of course. Excuse me, gentleman," Elijah said formally stepping out.
"Elijah, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it. Any of it," Rebekah said with tears in her eyes.
"You've been crying. Oh Rebekah, I've been called worse. I know I'm no fun. I just want all of us to behave as if we should be the leaders of this great city, not of the gutter," Elijah said embracing her.
"You forgive me?" Rebekah asked.
"There's nothing to forgive," Elijah said, brushing off his hurt.
"Elijah, I-," Rebekah started.
"Forgive me, Sister, we need to get back to planning. We shall need your assistance, if you would be so kind to join us," Elijah said ushering her into the study.
"But what about my -," Rebekah drifted off as she realized that for the first time she talked Elijah out of a spanking. For some reason, she still felt awful about it.
-****
The party was a week later, Rebekah just went through the emotions. Elijah was polite, but very formal. He not longer chastised any of them for their lack of manners or decorum. Marcel and Kol also became subdued sensing that Elijah was not himself, they cut back on the arguing, swearing, and bad manners that usually irritated Elijah no end.
Deep down, Rebekah knew she wounded him, but she didn't know how to make it up. Niklaus was busy with preparations for his revenge plot.
"So, do you think this Papa Tunde will have the nerve to show up?" Elijah asked Klaus in the banquet hall.
"Well, turn around and see for yourself, brother," Klaus announced.
There, in a splendid white tuxedo and fedora, was Papa Tunde. His twin sons trailed behind him.
Elijah watched, almost in envy, as Niklaus went over and charmed the man. He grabbed the man a champagne and was making toasts and jokes. Elijah never had that easy charm and glib tongue. The old stick in the mud, he was. Here, he always thought that was Finn. He caught Rebekah watching him and he raised his glass to her. She smiled and drank.
Klaus came back a few hour later, "He told the bait. The witches are to run part of the docks. If they encroach into the wolves territory, they will deal with. If they come into vampire territory, that's on us."
A few weeks later, a circle of vampire bodies were left out by the docks. Papa Tunde's sigils was carved into their foreheads. He was killing vampires to get more powerful. The werewolves hadn't reported any untimely deaths.
Klaus invited Papa Tunde to a meeting at the docks. He thought he could handle this, just which Elijah's help.
"You wanted to meet me here, Mr. Mikaelson?" Papa Tunde boomed. Today, he was wearing a completely black suit tailored to perfection. Klaus did want to get the name of his tailor for Elijah, but time was of the essence.
"Yes, we are concerned about the number of dead vampires by the docks with your sigils on their heads. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Klaus asked with mock innocence.
"Oh yes, my coven sacrificed them to increase my power. The werewolves are next. The more powerful the creature, the more powerful I become, so I suggest you do not cross me again," Papa Tunde laughed.
"I give you a part of my city and this is how you repay me? How bold! Stupid, but bold. We also got you another gift. Elijah, could you bring out the package I have prepared for Papa Tunde. I really think he shall enjoy a good surprise," Klaus offered with glee.
Elijah brought out a small chest and presented it to Papa Tunde.
"I don't know what you devils are up to, but I assure you, the French Quarter witches are behind me 100%. NO! NOT MY SONS!" Papa Tunde screamed.
"Try to use your magic now, Papa, or are you still a papa since you have no sons? Shall we just call you Tunde? I do not know. Brother, what do you think?" Klaus laughed manically.
"I may not be able to kill you, but someday I will kill your own son. I pledge on my soul, I will get my revenge. Symbole du masque
et de l'ombre, embrace-toi," Papa Tunde muttered.
"Oh, shut up!" Klaus said before vamping over and tearing off his head.
"Papa, did you need me to-," Marcel say walking into the scene.
"Marcellus, you were supposed to be at home," Klaus said alarmed.
"Are those boys? Papa, you promised that you wouldn't kill them! You're a liar!" Marcel screamed and vamped away.
Klaus became distressed. Elijah came over and patted him on the shoulder. "Brother, he is young. He'll get over it. You tend to the bodies and let me see to Marcel," Elijah said leaving.
But Klaus was too upset to think straight. He compelled a dock worker to dump the bodies in the Mississippi. In his distraction, Klaus didn't notice that the worker was actually a witch. They took the bodies and consecrated them in the soil of Lafayette Cemetery.
"Marcellus, stop right there!" Elijah said.
"Or what? I thought we were old enough to make our own decisions now? I don't need to listen to you anymore," Marcel said as he continued to walk.
"Marcel, your father didn't have a choice. He didn't want to kill those boys. Papa Tunde was slaughtering vampires at the docks, more werewolves were going to be next. He was trying to start a war with us and the Guerrera's. Every kill he made was increasing his power and the power of the witches," Elijah explained.
"Fine! But why did you hide it from me? I'm supposed to be the king next of this city. Uncle Elijah, you can't baby me. If he is going to let me rule, then he needs to trust me to man up," Marcel yelled, finally stopping.
"Would you have been able to make the hard decisions, Marcellus? Killing children? Slaughtering an enemy who had become an ally?" Elijah pressed.
"I don't know, okay? I really don't know. Maybe I'm not ready to rule, but if I'm ever going to be, you need to give me the chance," Marcel begged.
"You are right, Marcel. I'm sorry that we weren't up front with you. But now you have to be upfront with me. Why were you at the docks?" Elijah asked firmly.
Marcel's face fell, "I'm sorry. I guess I just wanted a piece of the action."
Elijah asked pointedly, "Weren't you told to stay home?"
"Yes, sir," Marcel admitted.
"So what happens when you disobey?" Elijah asked frankly.
"I have to accept the consequences," Marcel confessed.
"Yes, you do. But you are right, we do need to give you the chance," Elijah said.
"Uncle Elijah?" Marcel said, "This is going to sound odd, but I think you ought to let my Papa deal with me and you and Rebekah need to have it out."
"Marcel, that is actually very wise. I think my sister and I are long overdue a good, long talk. And your father feels terrible right now about lying to you, maybe you can trade your misbehavior for his guilt?" Elijah proposed.
Marcel smiled, "I can try."
"Marcellus, you're home!" Klaus said with relief.
"Papa, can we talk?" Marcel asked.
"Of course. I hope you understand why I had to do the terrible thing I did, son," Klaus asked.
"Elijah explained it. I only wish you would have shared it with me. I can't say I would have agreed, but I don't like secrets between us. For that reason, I will admit that I came to the docks on purpose because I thought there was going to be a fight and I wanted to be in on the action," Marcel admitted.
"Marcel, that could have been dangerous. Son, I often keep you home for your safety. Why would you put yourself at risk?" Klaus pressed.
"Papa, I get restless. I need in more. You want me to be a leader, let me lead, make more decisions. Sure, I will make mistakes, but then I will accept the consequences, please!" Marcel begged.
"Fine. I will trust you more and let you share in the decisions, but only after you are punished for putting your life in danger. Over the desk for the ruler," Klaus ordered.
Marcel took the position over the desk that Elijah often put him in when he misbehaved during his lessons when he was human. Since he became a vampire, he had not had the ruler over the seat of his pants. With vampire healing it wasn't effective.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Before Marcel could even cry out or move, Klaus smacked him ten times with Elijah's heavy wooden ruler. If Klaus's hand wasn't pressed down on his back he would have popped up.
"What happens when you endanger yourself?" Klaus said lining the ruler up to his backside in warning.
"I get my behind tanned," Marcel gasped.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Marcel found himself wiping away tears. Some much for not effective, his bottom was steaming. He felt his father undoing his pants and seconds later, he felt his backside bared.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marcel was stomping his fight and fighting to keep in position.
"Are we learning a lesson here? Klaus said pausing with the ruler aimed lower.
"Yes, Papa. I will obey when I am told to stay home," Marcel said heavily. Klaus' left hand was pressing down on his back to hold him in place.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Please, Papa. I'm s-sorry, no more," Marcel begged. He didn't want to cry, but he was damn close.
"I know you think you are too old for me to spank, but as long as you disobey me, you will be subject to a sound spanking. I love you, Marcellus. I will do whatever I need to, to keep you safe," Klaus said tapping his thighs with the ruler.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marcel broke into cries of pain and regret.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
"I'm sorry. Please stop. I won't do it again," Marcel said popping up and grabbing his bottom.
Klaus put the ruler down and said, "You could have been killed." He pulled him into a tight hug.
"I know that now," Marcel cried.
"You do it again and I will spank you every night for a week," Klaus said smacking Marcel's behind firmly two more times as he wiggled and stomped.
"Sorry,Papa," Marcel said.
"I think you need to go take a rest. I'll be up to check on you in a little while. And behave when you are up there, no smoking, cursing, or Rebekah," Klaus said.
"Oh, I think Elijah is having a word with Rebekah. I asked him, too," Marcel admitted.
"About bloody time," Klaus smiled.
"Elijah, did everything go okay? Is Marcel back? I tried to stop him," Rebekah said.
"Yes, my dear, everything is good, or will be there. He's having a long talk with Niklaus. I think it is time we talked. May I come in and talk?" Elijah asked.
"Yes, brother, I was hoping you would be talk to me someone sooner. You know I have been drowning in guilt for what I said," Rebekah confessed.
"I know and I'm sorry for it. I guess I didn't want to admit that you hit a nerve. I always thought of Finn as our dull brother, but you know I can be a little fussy and nagging at times," Elijah admitted.
"No, I didn't-" Rebekah started.
"Sister, it's okay. I think I also didn't want to admit that you did hurt my feelings. I know you apologized and at the time, I did not really accept your apology, I do now. I also owe you an apology," Elijah added.
"Elijah, you don't," Rebekah interrupted.
"No, dear, I do. Instead of following through and giving you the spanking you deserved, I let my feelings of self-pity get in the way, ending up with you wallowing in guilt for weeks. I'm sorry," Elijah stated simply.
Rebekah smiled through her tears. She went to her dressing table and got her heavy, square wooden hairbrush and brought it to him.
"I'm not saying that I want a paddling with that hairbrush, but I've never felt like I deserved a spanking more in my life. And I'm guessing big mouth Kol told you that I don't feel too many smacks over my slips," Rebekah asked.
Elijah nodded and laughed, "He tried not to tell me, but it slipped out."
Rebekah went behind her dressing screen and came out with her slip on. She had bloomers on under the slip. There had been ages where it was inappropriate for women to wear undergarments, but in this one, she was expected to wear several layers.
Rebekah went closer to Elijah and he quickly flipped her over his knees. He immediately began spanking her with the solid hairbrush. He was sitting on the edge of the bed so her hands were on the floor and her feet were not touching the ground. Elijah cracked down the brush until Rebekah's legs were pinwheeling and she was wiggling and thrashing over his lap.
After two or three minutes of solid smacks, Elijah did flip up his slip and yank down her bloomers to Rebekah's horror and surprise.
"You c-can't do that!" she shouted as Elijah continued paddling her firmly.
"I'm doing this because I love you and I want you to behave as the lovely person I know you are," Elijah lectured. Elijah did not mention that he had just given a man the heads of his twin sons as a gift hours before.
Rebekah did start to weep and beg that he stop smacking her. Elijah applied the hairbrush to every area of her behind until it was all a bright red. When Rebekah was finally spent and gave up kicking and trying to kick off his lap, he finally stopped.
"What happened the next time you insult someone and call them names in this family?" Elijah asked rubbing her red buttocks with the flat of the hairbrush.
"I'll get another spanking?" Rebekah sobbed.
"That's not a question. You will be marched to the nearest chair where I can put you over my knee. And that goes for all three of you. You can behave and be treated like adults or act up and get your bottoms warmed up for you," Elijah said patting the top of her thighs with the brush.
"Please, Elijah, I learned my lesson," Rebekah promised.
"Let's make sure of that," Elijah said with a flurry of fast smacks that peppered her entire seat and thighs. Rebekah screamed and struggled to avoid the swats, but Elijah's hold on her with his left arm was too tight. By the time he finished, she was out of breath and a sobbing mess. He gave her a minute and then pulled up her bloomers and sat her on his knee.
"Ouch, Elijah! My behind feels like I got stung by a hundred bees," Rebekah wailed.
"I'm sure it is sore, but your backside will heal. How do you feel in your heart?" Elijah said tossing the brush aside and hugging her close to him.
"Better, now that you gave me the spanking of my life and forgave me, I feel wonderful. I love you, too, Elijah. Always and forever. Even when it means I have to get a very hot behind," Rebekah smiled.
"Me, too, sister. Me, too," Elijah admitted.