Pairing: Elijah/Rebekah (M/F) hairbrush
Klaus/Marcel (M/M) paddle
Elijah/Marcel-hand-mild
Klaus/Rebekah-hand-mild
The next morning, Elijah made sure that he was dressed and that there was enough blood for everyone, especially Kol. His backside was still red, but no longer bruised. Elijah was glad he had slept in there, Kol had cried in his sleep. Elijah wiped his tears away and patted him until he fell asleep again.
Elijah sent the gardener's boy to fetch some extra people for blood. They would pay them well and then compel them to forget. Like Kol had mentioned the night before, the wolves could attack at any moment and they had to be ready.
Cook had breakfast on the table early as usual. Everyone came down dressed. Kol had washed his face. He sat a bit gingerly, but other than being quiet, seemed fine.
"I hope you all got at least some rest last night. Perhaps we can talk after breakfast upstairs parlor?" Elijah suggested. The upstairs parlor opened into a balcony that wrapped around the house. This was a recent upgrade and they often forgot to utilize it.
Everyone nodded. Aside from "pass the salt", no one said much. The tension in the room was thick.
Rebekah couldn't take it anymore, she threw down her napkin and ran upstairs.
"You weren't excused, young lady," Klaus called after her, but letting it go.
Marcel barely looked up from his plate. No one was eating much.
"Shall we?" Elijah said motioning to the upstairs parlor.
"Yes," Klaus said softly. His face colored looking at Kol and Marcel. The only person he was angry at was himself.
Rebekah was sitting in a chair by a huge plant with her arms crossed in a white dress. She looked like the picture of innocence.
"If I could just start out-," Elijah started.
"Elijah, please, if I may?" Rebekah interrupted.
"By all means, sister," Elijah indicted sitting down.
"This whole mess is my fault. I guess us being late was on all of us, but the rest, was me,-" Rebekah said with passion.
"Now, hold up, Rebekah," Marcel said, "Kol was right in that after the wolf started, I kept it up when I should have let it go. After you left, Kol did try to get me to stop and I was so furious that I didn't want to stop until they were all dead. Kol, I am sorry, but thanks for backing me up. I was a coward."
"Mate, you weren't a coward when you were fightin'. I can say that for sure. I just wish you would have admitted the truth before I got me arse bruised," Kol reasoned.
Klaus closed his eyes and brought his hands up to them, "Kol, I was angry at you over the bottle and I am truly sorry for not listening. Marcellus, when you say you were a coward, were you afraid of...," Klaus began.
"Getting that paddle applied to my rear end. I know it seems silly now. But it can't be any worse than what I feel right now," Marcel pledged.
"Don't be so sure, mate," Kol cringed.
Elijah added, "You all have a right to defend yourselves. I know this war with the wolves has been difficult on all of you and I appreciate you trying to assist with that. But what happened last night cannot happen again. Rebekah, for your lie which caused Kol to get a severe punishment, I think you need your mouth soaped out and your backside thrashed. A swat or two with your hairbrush will be a small taste of what Kol got last night. And I think the two of you also deserve a good spanking before bed tonight to remind you what happens when you lie and disobey."
"And for Marcellus, I agree that a mouth soaping for your lies of omission is deserved as well as a good hiding and a few licks with that paddle. Kol, I think you have been punished more than enough for your outburst, lateness, and calling me a bastard...which may have been deserved. I was wrong to not listen to you and believe Marcel and Rebekah over you," Klaus said, with tears in his eyes.
"Brother, it's okay," Kol said to Klaus, then glancing at Elijah.
"No, little brother, it's not. It's not the first time I've been too hard on you," Klaus said as a few tears escaped.
Kol was stunned. Nik had never shown him this much remorse or emotion, not like this. He went over to where he was sitting and joined him.
Elijah said to Nik, "I'm going to soap their mouths out in my room." Elijah grabbed Rebekah on one arm and Marcel on the other and led them out.
Once they were alone, Kol started, "Nik, I was angry last night, but there have been plenty of times when I deserved that paddle that I got off without punishment or just a few smacks. That smacking hurt a lot, but what really hurt was getting blamed for something when I tried to stop it. If I hadn't been such a lying brat in the past, ya would have believed me."
"No, Kol, I have to admit that I spoiled Marcellus rotten at times and now he thinks he can get away with things that you can't. That ends today. I've also gone easy on Rebekah and she's used to misbehaving and then batting her eyelashes and getting a few light taps. We saw the results of that last night. Don't worry, I won't paddle her as hard as I did you last night, but a red backside will do both of them some good," Klaus assured him.
Kol nodded, "I am sorry about calling you a bastard...You know I didn't mean it."
Klaus nodded, "I know. So before I go wear out my hand again..." Before he could finish, Kol embraced him. He remembered what Elijah told him about the things Mikael did to him. Kol's heart ached for him.
"I love you, Niklaus," Kol whispered.
"Love you, too, I'm so sorry," Klaus told him, wiping the tears away before his little brother saw them.
Was Elijah going to soap out their mouths together? Rebekah's whole body felt like was burning in shame as she followed Elijah to the wash room in his quarters. It was Saturday so she wasn't supposed to volunteer today. But somedays the neighborhood society ladies would stop by and call. She hoped they wouldn't wait while she was squealing from a spanking over her brother's knee.
"Elijah, is this really necessary?" Rebekah asked coyly.
"Let me tell you something, to both of you. I spent last night with Kol. His backside was not only black and blue, but he woke up in tears. Now if you still feel like you don't deserve the mouth soaping you are going to get, by all means, leave," Elijah barked.
"He was crying in his sleep?" Rebekah repeated.
"Yes, sister, he was. Sit down on the stools," Elijah said taking two bars of Ivory soap out of the packaging.
Elijah wet and lathered the soap with a wash cloth. Both Rebekah and Marcel watched him closely.
"Uncle Elijah, I won't complain. I know I deserve this," Marcel admitted sadly.
"Good, Marcellus. We love all of you very much and want to teach you to do the right thing, which is hard to do. I know you panicked last night. Your father was angry and all three of you were probably due a pretty good licking with that butter paddle. That's not an easy punishment to take. But think about how you felt last night and this morning, what is worse: avoiding punishment or accepting it?" Elijah lectured as he popped the bar of soap in their mouths.
"Bite it with your teeth. I'm going to put both of you in the corner to think about what I just said," Elijah said leading them to separate corners of the room. He though five minutes would do it. He popped Rebekah on the behind until she put her hands on her head.
Marcel turned from the corner and looked over at Rebekah.
Elijah spanked him on the bottom and reminded him to face the corner. They were both shifting a little to relieve the sting. Elijah decided to give them back an additional firm five smacks each.
"It must be too long since you two have been sent to the corner. Hands on head, face forward, stand still, and think about why you are being punished and how you can behave better in the future. Anymore misbehavior and you will be standing there showing off your bare red behinds. Clamp that soap down with your teeth. One more minute. Understand?" Elijah asked sharply.
"I see you started without me, brother," Klaus announced from the doorway, coming in and closing it.
"Yes, they have another minute with the soap and they both just got a little spanking to remind them to stand properly in the corner when they are being punished," Elijah shared.
"I am assuming you were planning on spanking Rebekah and me Marcel?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, you can finish with a few taps of the butter paddle while Miss Rebekah will get a taste of her own hairbrush. And tonight, if they can cooperate, I'm happy for them just to get a little reminder," Elijah said quietly.
"Have you known these two to cooperate?" Klaus asked wryly.
"They were ill behaved last night. Spare the rod and all...," Elijah smirked, watching them in the corner.
"You may rinse," Elijah said as both Rebekah and Marcel rushed to the wash basin and began to rinse. He handed them a towel.
As they were occupied, Klaus said, "I don't know what you said to our baby brother last night but thank you. He's truly forgiven me. I was angry with him. I'll never punish one of them in that state again."
"Niklaus, we are doing our best to keep not only these under our care safe, but an entire city," Elijah said.
"Yes and I could do none of it without you. Come, Marcel, it's time," Klaus said as Marcel spit again and made a face.
Elijah took the towel from Rebekah and took her by the arm. He already had her hairbrush in his pocket and an armless chair in the center of the room. He led her to the chair and sat and then quickly flipped her over his lap. Her hands braced against the floor, but this left her legs hanging in the air like a child's.
"I am so disappointed in your deception last night," Elijah said patting her behind. He had his left hand on her hip to hold her.
"I'm sorry, Elijah. I just didn't want Marcel to get in trouble. He was defending my honor," Rebekah blurted out.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack.
Elijah was smacking all over her white behind randomly. Rebekah couldn't guess where the next smack would land.
"Over your own brother?" Elijah pressed.
"I didn't know what happened. I was with the witches," Rebekah admitted.
"Didn't Niklaus order you all to stay together?" Elijah questioned.
"Yes, but I didn't mean to disobey him. It all happened so fast," Rebekah went on.
"Hold on. Don't cover your behind," Elijah threatened.
Rebekah braced herself and held onto Elijah's calf as he increased the sharpness of the spanks. She felt her loose dress being lifted as well as her slip.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Ouch!" Rebekah screamed as the flat of Elijah's palm stung the seat of her silky bloomers.
Crack! Crack! Crack.
Rebekah was now kicking her legs and shifting, but the spanks all landed on her behind. Unable to stop herself she threw her right arm behind her so her hand gave her a brief break from the searing cracks.
Elijah began to smack the tops of her thighs and lower until she finally sobbed hard and moved her hand back to the ground.
Elijah laid down five more hard cracks across the center of Rebekah's backside and paused.
"Are you feeling like you should have told the truth last night?" Elijah asked, he took out her hairbrush and rested the flat side over her right cheek and tapped it, then did the same with the left.
"Y-yes, Elijah. I w-will," Rebekah assured him.
"Lift up. I'm going to teach you a very good lesson and I need to see what I'm doing," Elijah said.
"No, n-not on my b-bare behind," Rebekah begged.
"Young lady, there are going to be some changes around here. No more spoiling you because you are the fairer sex. We've perhaps been a bit too easy on you and that ends today," Elijah said now smacking her silky bloomers harder with the brush. He was snapping the brush down lightly but Rebekah was feeling the sting.
"These spanks over your bloomers don't count so I suggest you listen to me," Elijah said paddling her a little firmer now.
"Okay, sorry, Elijah!" Rebekah said lifting so he could bare her behind.
It was a bit pink in some spots, but they had a long way to go. Her face was getting redder than her behind. Rebekah had rarely been spanked on her bare behind by her brothers. They usually let her have at least one layer of protection on for her modesty.
Elijah threw his right leg over Rebekah's legs and tightened his grip on her waist.
"The next time you are tempted to lie, I want you to think about this spanking, where I'm going to paddle you with your own hairbrush," Elijah said snapping down the brush firmly.
"I'm s-sorry! No more!" Rebekah ground out in tears.
"Almost done. All forgiven. A good girl again. Then, all better," Elijah muttered.
Rebekah raised her head and shouted out. Elijah picked up the pace and for the next two minutes popped down the brush all over her backside and thighs until it was a bright red. Rebekah could do nothing but take the spanking and pound her fists against the floor or grip Elijah's leg. He dropped the brush on the floor and freed her legs, giving her a minute to stop crying and breath.
With as much care as Elijah could muster, he gently replaced her bloomers and flipped down her slips and dress. Then, he picked her up and put her sore behind in his lap. Rebekah whined and went to rub his backside, but Elijah pulled her hands away and looked her in the eye.
"I know you love Marcel, but you also love Kol. Getting one of them out of a well-deserved punishment is not doing them justice. Sweet sister, one of the reasons, Niklaus protects Marcel so much is because he can be such a hothead. It could get him killed. What if you and Kol were not there last night? Hmm? Do you understand why I spanked you so firmly?" Elijah explained.
"Yes, 'Lijah. I c-can't take another spanking tonight though. Can we skip it?" Rebekah begged.
"Sister, I want you to go find Kol after this and have a talk with him. He was really hurt last night and I don't just mean the bruises on his seat. If you really feel like you don't deserve a bedtime spanking, then we can skip it," Elijah promised her.
Rebekah nodded through her tears. Her behind stung and she wanted to rub it, but she felt like she was forgiven. She was worried about Marcel, but she knew that Klaus usually babied him and he got off easier than he should. Usually.
"Come on, son. I am loathe to do this. You know I'm not going to go easy on you," Klaus said leading his son to Marcel's bedroom.
"Papa, I do feel bad about all this. If Kol hated me, I couldn't blame him," Marcel worried.
"No one could ever hate you, Marcel. Now tell me why you are going to go over my knee in a moment," Klaus said.
"We were running late from the club. I guess we were having fun and lost track of time. Then, a wolf tried to start stuff and I fought him and then didn't stop even after Kol tried to stop me. Um, Rebekah went to take the witches out, after you told us not to separate and I...lied because I didn't want to get my backside smacked last night," Marcel admitted shamefully.
"Was this what you were afraid of?" Klaus said pulling out the butter paddle out of his jacket pocket.
"Yes, Papa, it looked like it would really sting, especially on the bare," Marcel admitted fearfully.
"Well, this paddle is heavy and does bruise so I am going to spank you with it on your bare backside. But first, I think you need a good warm up," Klaus reported grabbing Marcel and sitting on the bed.
Klaus set the paddle down to his right side and sat back on the bed. He grabbed a pillow and set it down by the paddle. Marcel stood awkwardly in front of him, he was swiping at his mouth with his sleeve.
"It's been a while since you got your mouth soaped out," Klaus guessed.
"Probably since Elijah did it when I was still human and 10," Marcus recalled.
"Take off your jacket. Hang it up and then you can remove your trouser and your drawers," Klaus instructed him.
Marcel bit his lip to keep from arguing. He knew he was already getting his behind heated up before bed. Arguing was a good way to get that upgraded to a licking with a wooden spoon or slipper. Neither was pleasant.
"Yes, Papa," Marcel said slipping off his clothing until only his cotton shirt remained.
"Over my lap, just like when you were a little boy," Klaus said giving Marcel the pillow. Marcel groaned when he was compared to his past self. He buried his face in the crook of his arm and waited for the first smack.
"I miss those days. It was easier to keep you safe. You weren't trying to fight off wolf packs and evil witches in those days," Klaus said sadly flipping up Marcel's shirt.
Klaus tapped his behind a few taps and asked if he was ready.
"Yes, sir," Marcel answered clenching his cheeks.
"Relax," Klaus ordered smacking behind almost lightly. Klaus tapped him from cheek to cheek until the smacks began to get faster, but not harder. Marcel was surprised to realized that these little smacks were building into one continuous burn. He begun to rock his hips back and forth and wiggle until Klaus gave him a searing crack and a warning on keep still. Marcel gripped his hands together and again tried to keep his behind still.
"Are you thinking about why you are over my knee? Tell me again," Klaus repeated.
"I disobeyed *smack*, I lied *swat*, and I *crack* was too aggressive *spank*!" Marcel spat out between the steady spanks.
Klaus began to drop some swats on the crease underneath Marcel's cheeks as he started to break into heavy sobs.
"I'm s-sorry, Papa. I will t-tell K-kol again. I shouldn't h-have let you ss-spank him so h-hard," Marcel gasped now kicking his feet up and down.
"Sweetheart, you did come in and tell Papa the right thing. All three of you were due a spanking anyway for being late and splitting up. You are getting spanked for not telling the truth sooner. I was very firm with Kol, and quite frankly, I was angry," Klaus admitted.
"It h-hurts," Marcels sobbed.
"Yes, getting your bare behind smacked really does hurt. But what hurts worse is your feelings when someone you love lies to you. Or when you punish someone harshly in anger for something they didn't do. Sweetheart, if I could take a flogging and take back what I did to Kol last night I would, but I can't. All I can do, is do better in the future," Klaus said heavily. It was true.
Marcel's rear end was blotchy and pink, the tops of his thighs were also colored.
"Hand me the paddle please," Klaus said.
Marcel moaned a little and reached back with the heavy paddle and gave it to Klaus.
"Is that the butter stirrer?" Marcel croaked out through tears.
"Yes, and I'm now realizing that I shall have to send cook to the market for a new one. She warned me not to remove anymore of her kitchen items without telling her," Klaus mentioned.
"You're in trouble," Marcel smirked.
"I know. I truly fear that woman," Klaus agreed.
"Okay, I'm ready," Marcel said.
Whap! Klaus smacked it down as lightly as he could but Marcel still gasped. Marcel felt a terrible guilt if Kol got paddled hard on his freshly spanked behind. Just a tap stung like sitting on a stove.
Smack! Marcel's leg kicked out and he buried his face into the pillow in order to not cry out.
Smack! Klaus was applying the paddle right to the center of Marcel's behind across both cheeks on the same spot. His legs were kicking out with each pop of the wooden instrument.
"I'm sorry, P-papa. Please, no more spanking. No more," Marcel said as well as some other phrases Klaus couldn't decipher.
Pop! Klaus paused between each swat to let it sink in.
Crack!
Klaus decided to finish the paddling with a series of smacks on the sensitive area where Marcel's backside met his thighs.
"I'm going to give you five more and we are all done. You'll doing well, son," Klaus said raising the paddle a little higher.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The last five had Marcel thrashing around and kicking for dear life. Klaus' arm held him in place and he then rubbed his sore behind for a minute.
"It's all over, sweetheart. Papa forgives you," Klaus murmured. It used to embarrass Marcel when Klaus called him sweetheart, but since he grew up he only said it when they were alone, or in front of Elijah.
Klaus pulled out his handkerchief and lifted Marcel into a standing position by the bed. He let him wipe his face. Then, he opened his arms and Marcel crawled into his father's lap. Klaus held him so his sore bottom was off to the side.
"I love you, son. You took that really well, but I'm telling you that from now on, no more breaks. You will not put your life at risk without getting the paddle across your behind," Klaus promised.
"No, Papa. It's awful," Marcel whined.
Klaus tapped him on the thigh, "Watch it. If I decide you need a spanking, I don't care how old you are or where you are, you are getting one. No one of this 'I'm too old' business anymore. I know how old you are. Your behavior will determine when you stop getting smacked, not a number. You, hear? Last night was a wake up call."
"I won't do it again, Papa. I promise," Marcel said pressing his face into Klaus's chest.
"Now, I do want you to talk to Kol," Klaus reminded him.
"I will. Am I still getting swatted before bed?" Marcel asked in a near whisper.
"Yes, but it will just be a little reminder," Klaus said, kissing him on the head.
Klaus and Marcel drifted off to sleep in the position. A few hours later, Rebekah and Marcel had redressed and went to find Kol.
He was in the courtyard eating an apple.
"Hey Kol," Rebekah said shyly.
"Stop, you two don't have to do this," Kol said.
"Yes, we do," Marcel said.
"There is nothing I can say to take it back, but it won't happen again," Rebekah said tearfully.
"Kol, I should have listened to you. Thanks for protecting me at the bar and having my back. Saying I'm sorry isn't enough but I am," Marcel added.
"All forgiven," Kol said, he tossed the apple down and opened his arms. Rebekah flew in and Marcel hung back a second and then joined.
Marcel whispered, "You were right about that damn paddle."
Kol nodded and the three pulled away.
"What's that?"
"I told you what I would do!" they heard a voice thunder.
"No, cook, please. I'll replace it. No," they heard Klaus say.
"Is she chasing him around the kitchen?" Whack! Whack! Whack!
"NO!" Rebekah laughed with her hand over her mouth.
Kol's mouth was open. Marcel was laughing wholehearted.
A second later when Klaus came out walking stiffly, all three of them were reading the newspaper casually.
"Oh, how long have you ah, been there? I see you're all getting along just fine. Carry on," Klaus said walking across the courtyard.
After he left, they all decided it must have been their imagination. There was no way that Cook could have bested the hybrid. Absolutely no way, and they never mentioned it again.
Later in the day, through the human faction, they learned that the alliance with wolves was still good. The wolves in the human bar had gone rogue and were being exiled from the family. In a way, they had done them a favorite by executing them, but the wolves were probably pretending that this incident never happened. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
After dinner, instead of playing games and music in the parlor, Rebekah and Marcel were sent to their respective rooms. They were to bathe and prepare for bed.
Kol did feel strange to be not in trouble. He and Nik played chess while Elijah read several newspapers from around the world. He was always on the lookout for possible Mikael sightings.
"Okay, Niklaus, would you like to tend to our sister and I'll put young Marcellus to bed?" Elijah suggested.
"Delightful plan. Kol, we should let you help or do the deed since you were partially the wronged party," Klaus suggested jokingly. He knew Kol would never want to be a party to having to lay down the law.
"No, thank you. If you don't mind, I might just turn in early myself," Kol admitted.
"You must be getting to be an old man, Kol. I don't ever recall you going to bed so early," Elijah added.
"Well, I guess I am about 900, so...goodnight, brothers," Kol said heading upstairs.
Klaus went up and very quickly put Rebekah over his knee and swatted her about 15 times. After her face was red and there were tears in her eyes, but it was mild compared to her experience earlier with the hairbrush.
"So you, Kol, and Marcel worked everything out?" Klaus asked while tucking her into bed and rubbing her back.
"Yes, Nik. I was silly to try to protect Marcel. I should have thrashed him myself for putting himself in danger again. Thanks for looking out for all of us," Rebekah smiled.
"That's my job. Night. Love you," Klaus said pressing a kiss to the side of her head.
"Me, too, Nik," Rebekah said rubbing her backside a little through her nightgown.
Elijah told Marcel to flip over. He slipped down his pajama bottoms and bared his behind. He wanted to make sure he could take another few smacks. It seemed unmarked from his earlier punishment.
Smack! Smack!
"It seems like yesterday when I was doing this for you sneaking out to gamble with the stable boys," Elijah mused.
Smack! Smack!
"Ouch! I don't think you used to spank me this hard then," Marcel grumbled.
Smack! Smack!
"Maybe if I would have, I wouldn't have to spank you so hard now," Elijah quipped.
Smack! Smack!
"Very funny!" Marcel retorted.
"Young man, you are not in a position to give attitude," Elijah remind him.
Smack. Smack!
"I know. I'm sorry," Marcel groaned.
Smack. Smack. Smack!
Marcel bit his fist to keep from yelping.
"Okay, all done," Elijah said. Elijah rubbed Marcel's behind a minute and then carefully pulled up his pants over the pink rear end.
Marcel exhaled in relief. His eyes were filled with unshed tears.
"Shh, it's okay. All done. Marcel, I love you very much and I'm glad that you are okay," Elijah said pulling the covers over him.
"I'm not tired," Marcel replied.
"Maybe a trip over my knee would tire you out? Want to try that?" Elijah retorted.
"No, sir. I'm tired. It's just hard to sleep with my behind burning," Marcel complained.
"Want me to stay?" Elijah asked.
"Yeah, can you?" Marcel said turning to look at Elijah.
"Of course, Marcellus. Just like old times," Elijah said softly.
"Uncle Elijah, I love you, too," Marcel said sleepily.
"I know. Now, close your eyes," Elijah said rubbing his back like he used to when he was a boy.
Kol went to sit on his bed. He was tired. The day felt like it was 1000 years itself. He was glad he was getting a hiding now, but at the same time he was a little lonely. Odd man out.
A little note floated in his room from the open balcony. He snatched it from the air. It was a short note: "Look down below at the street."
Kol got up and vamped over. Genevieve was there waving. Kol smiled and jumped down. He didn't think anyone saw him.
"Hey stranger, want to hit the town again?" Genevieve laughed.
"With you? Of course I do, darling," Kol replied taking her arm and starting down the street.