Pairing: Klaus/Marcel- hand
Elijah/Kol-ruler
"He's up to something Marcel. I know my brother," Rebekah whispered to Marcel. They were getting ready for a party at the compound. Now that the alliance with the wolves was solidified, this was a show of peace for the city. Rebekah sprayed on some perfume and dabbed on some rogue. Then, she dusted powder over her face.
"Rebekah, you say Klaus is paranoid, but I think you are the paranoid one. Kol's actually been better and calmer than he's been, well, ever!" Marcel said straightening his tux. He wondered if Elijah knew she was putting on all that make-up. He doubted it.
"That's what I mean! Marcel, mark my words he is up to something and I aim to find out what it is," Rebekah smiled, kissing him lightly on the cheek.
Marcel rolled his eyes and smiled. He couldn't stop her if he tried.
"The witches are up to something again. I can feel it. They have been too tame by a leap. Their obedience and cooperation is unnatural for this brood," Klaus said pacing.
"Calm yourself, brother. Do not work yourself into a frenzy before the guest get here. The wolves have been subdued, our vampires are in order, and the covens have seemingly fallen in line. Enjoy the fruits of our labors. Tonight is your night. Vous êtes le roi. Come, Niklaus, our guests arrive," Elijah smiled, going out to the courtyard ahead of him.
To himself, Klaus muttered, "'Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.'"
Kol had a new suit made for the party. He figured he should look his best. Things with Genevieve were going...well, swell, as she would say. He could not deny that he had missed the company of witches since the debacle with the paragon diamond. Genevieve said that they had to be careful since the witches were forbidden from consorting with vampires privately. The alliance stood, but that was for business purposes only. Since Kol couldn't get into Lafayette cemetery and Genevieve couldn't come around the compound with him only, they found a little hotel off of Storyville where they met. It wasn't technically "in" Storyville, but it was close.
They satisfied their passions there, she let him feed where others would not detect it. He answered some questions about the dark objects he used to direct Mary Alice Claire and Astrid to make. Kol questioned her about what she knew about Papa Tunde's sacrificial magic. Neither could say that they trusted the other completely. But the sneaking around and hiding in plain sight made the relationship more fun. Since the night the rogue wolf attacked, they would still all socialize and go out to drink, listen to music, or play cards. Genevieve and Rebekah had become fast friends, but Rebekah didn't know about any of this and she couldn't find out. Kol was careful not to stare at Genevieve or pay her any special mind. At times, he almost ignored her which caused them a few tiffs when they were alone. Sounds of his sister's voice pulled him out of his reverie.
"Nik, Elijah, you remember my dear friend Genevieve," Rebekah said.
"Yes, charming to see you again," Elijah said kissing her hand.
Klaus looked at this witch with new eyes. He didn't see a scheming hag, but a beautiful temptress. Genevieve wore a taffeta ballgown with a strapless bodice and a full skirt in an evergreen tone. Her gleaming red hair was piled on the top of her head and her face was that of an angel.
"My word, I don't believe we have met. I would not have forgotten such a lovely face," Klaus crooned.
"I think you may have been busy each time I've come by the house, Mr. Mikaelson," Genevieve blushed. She had seen the hybrid before, but to have his piercing green eyes fall upon her took her breath away.
"Call me Klaus. Please allow me to get you some champagne," Klaus said taking her pale white hand. When he touched her, she felt sparks of electricity, even through the white cotton gloves she wore.
"Why, thank you, Klaus," Genevieve emitted as a shudder ran through her body. She longed to rip off her gloves and run it through his dirty blond hair. She shook her head to get a hold of herself. She accepted the drink and caught a glimpse of Kol from across the room. He caught her eye and she looked back at his older half-brother.
"So Rebekah tells me you are in the French Quarter coven?" Klaus asked politely.
"Ah, yes, through my late mother's side. After she passed from a long illness, I got my nursing degree and got a job at the sanatorium," Genevieve rambled, unable to tear her eyes away from his face. Were his eyes blue-green? She couldn't tell. They seemed to change color in the candlelight.
"I'm so sorry for the loss of your mother. We grieve with you. Was she a healer like you?" Klaus asked slowly. Klaus didn't mention that he had strangled his own beloved mother 900 years ago.
"No, but she was good. Always helping people and believing the best in them. That is what she wanted for me, to do good things with the coven," Genevieve finished.
"My condolences, again. Your mother sounds like a rare gem. We shall not know her like again. But she created a beautiful person in you, luv. Your dress is quite fetching. That color suits you," Klaus murmured sipping his champagne and grinning.
"Thank you," she breathed. He knew what effect he was having on her. She was supposed to be the witch, yet she was powerless against this beast. She felt faint. Her heart beat furiously in her chest. Could everyone hear it?
"Miss, Genevieve? Are you alright? Please come rest a moment in my study," Klaus said taking her by the arm.
Genevieve felt unsteady and let him lead her to the velvet chaise lounge in his study.
"Rest here a moment. I'll fetch you some water," Klaus said patting her hand. Klaus looked back at her and vowed to himself someday that he would paint this woman, preferably sans her clothes.
Genevieve wanted nothing more than to rest, but she had work to do. She was supposed to be looking for something. It was a thing the witches wanted above all else: Ester Mikaelson's grimoire. But she now found something she wanted more, Klaus.
Kol was fuming. He saw the look on Genevieve's face. Niklaus, the big bad wolf, had captivated his secret woman. Kol knew that he wasn't in love with Gen. She was beautiful and all, it was more of the fact that Nik mostly couldn't stand witches and now...Maybe he just liked having a secret, or maybe he liked having a friend. Whatever it was, it was over.
Walk it off, Kol told himself.
"Your sister thinks you are up to something," Marcel smirked.
"None of her damn business. Infernal, cursed woman," Kol retorted.
"Hmm, I was skeptical, but now I'm starting to think Rebekah is on to something. What is it Kol? You can tell me. After all, I will be the king of this city someday and you'll still just be well, you. You know that I'd never rat you out," Marcel said with total sincerely.
"Marcellus, we were warned to be on our best behavior tonight, so I shall make this succinct. You and my inquisitive, pest of a sister can go straight to hell!" Kol said dumping his drink in his face and walking away.
Marcel stood there with his mouth opened for a second before wiping the gin off his face. He couldn't help smiling though as he blotted the alcohol off himself, yes, Rebekah was right. Kol had a secret and he would be damned if it stayed hidden throughout the night.
Elijah saw Kol toss the drink at Marcel's face and froze. This was his best behavior? He looked around and the infantile act seemed to go unnoticed by the guests. Elijah cut across the room, greeting the various city officials, dignitaries, and supernaturals as he tried to get to his little brother.
With a tight smile, he finally caught up to him at the bar.
"Kol, would you like to tell me why you are throwing drinks in our nephew's face?" Elijah said with a false lightness.
"Oh, I thought he was my brother-in-law, Elijah. In this family, it can be a bit murky. Apologies, brother. Why don't you ask Marcellus and leave me to drown my sorrows in spirits?" Kol said accepting two drinks from the bartender.
Elijah smiled tightly, "Why don't you answer my question, young man?"
Kol downed one of the drinks and looked at Elijah, he considered telling him everything. Then, Klaus dinged on his glass to make a toast to their assorted friends and allies.
Elijah grabbed him tightly on the arm and said, "We'll talk later. Behave, I mean it, Kol."
Under his breath, Kol hissed, "Oh, you fuck off too, Elijah." Elijah winced and kept moving through the crowd. He would deal with this later. It took everything in Elijah not to drag Kol to his bedroom and push his nose in the corner.
Rebekah was furious. How dare Kol attack Marcel?
"Marcel, what did he say to you?" Rebekah pressed.
"Nothing. I was just joking around with him and asked him what he was up to. He doused me with gin and said to go to hell," Marcel explained.
"I'm going to get Nik or Elijah, this is unacceptable," Rebekah fumed.
"Bex, cool it. I am fine. Let it go, please. Do not make a scene in the middle of the party," Marcel begged.
Genevieve came by, "What happened?"
"Oh, Kol is just being Kol. He threw a drink in Marcel's face for no reason and went off on a tear. That spoiled child," Rebekah fumed.
Genevieve looked pained.
"What Genevieve? You and Kol can't even stand each other. Do not let it spoil your night. You look so stunning. Are you feeling better? I think your corset is maybe too tight," Rebekah said feeling her friend's head.
"Rebekah, there is something I need to tell you," Genevieve admitted.
"What, luv?" Rebekah said with concern. Marcel thought he should let the girls talk, but he wanted to hear this. He made small talk with an elderly human man and tuned his vampire hearing to the conversation.
"After we met and became friends, the witch elders came to me. They asked me to do something. They said that if I didn't do it, my mother's spirit would find no rest with the ancestors... But after meeting Niklaus, I realized that my mother would never want me to behave like this," Genevieve spat out quickly.
"Gen, my dear, what did they want you to do?" Rebekah said fearfully.
"They wanted me to seduce your brother Kol to learn about dark objects and then...," Genevieve was ashamed. Rebekah had become her best friend.
"What, Gen?" Rebekah whispered.
"Steal your mother's grimoire for her spells," Genevieve said finally.
"Oh Gen, I don't even knew where those old spell books are. Have you been sneaking around with Kol?" Rebekah asked gently.
Genevieve nodded,"Then, when I talked to your brother Niklaus, we spoke of my mother and...I won't let them do this, Rebekah. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"It's okay. Let's go tell Nik. He'll know what to do," Rebekah assured her.
Marcel's eyes were wide. Kol and a secret witch tryst. Very naughty, but the truth was going to come out soon. Kol would get his.
Klaus was pleased that Genevieve and Rebekah shared the news with him directly. Elijah came in and they quickly decided that maybe they could have this work both ways. Genevieve could, in a sense, act as a double agent, giving some harmless spells to the witches and telling the vampires what the witches wanted to know. Elijah assured Gen that the grimoire was no where in New Orleans. The family had vaults and homes all over the world, but they could get her what she needed in time.
Marcel played host for a while after changing his shirt. He made sure the guests were all properly greeted and had plenty to eat and drink. The band played loud and the night was bright. After Klaus and Elijah rejoined the scene, Marcel went to look for Kol.
He found him at the bar.
"You need another shower, Marcellus?" Kol smirked cruely.
"Oh, I heard your girlfriend confessed everything to Klaus. It turns out she was after your mother's grimoire this whole time," Marcel proclaimed.
"W-what?" Kol said.
"Yeah, you better go confess to Klaus and Elijah before they have a word with you, if you know what I mean," Marcel said clapping Kol firmly on the back a tad too hard.
"Sure, I'll end up with a dagger in my chest before the bloody party ends," Kol scoffed.
"Nah, maybe they will just take the switch to you and send you to bed without your supper. Point is, Kol, they know," Marcel said.
"I'd rather take the dagger," Kol said downing his drink.
"Well, see ya in what? 1963. I'm sure not that much will change in 50 years around here," Marcel said sipping his champagne.
"Thanks for the head's up. They are all yours. You are the little prince anyway, no one needs me around here," Kol said leaving.
"What do you mean?" Marcel said, a little alarmed. He thought to himself that maybe he went too far. Was Kol leaving? If he did, what it Marcel's fault. No, Kol was a big boy. It wasn't Marcel's problem.
"Another one, sir?" the bartender asked Marcel.
"Please," he answered looking back for Kol, but seeing nothing.
The party went late into the night until people were passed out on the furniture. When dawn broke and the morning shift of servants began arriving, the siblings begun to stir.
"Well, that was a pretty successful party," Rebekah said going up the stairs.
"Indeed. No bloodshed or murders. This is one for the record books," Klaus added. Elijah had made it to his bed and was coming downstairs.
"I can't believe we fell asleep down here. Were we drugged? Where are Marcel and Kol?" Elijah wondered.
"To bed, I suppose," Rebekah said.
"They are not in their rooms," Klaus said on reaching the second floor.
"I'm still down here," Marcel called.
"Is Kol with you?" Klaus asked looking over the bannister.
"No, ah, he's not down h-here," Marcel stuttered.
Elijah stopped dead in his tracks.
"Marcel, just tell us what happened," Elijah commanded.
"Ah, I might have told him that Gen confessed and y'all knew he was sneaking around...I was ticked that he threw a drink in my face. He said something like goodbye and disappeared," Marcel admitted.
Rebekah shrieked, "He bloody ran away from home?"
Elijah vamped back down, "How long has he been gone?"
Marcel looked at his watch,"Since maybe 10 pm last night."
Klaus replied, "He couldn't have gotten far. Rebekah, can you call Gen and see if there is anywhere he might go. Elijah, usual spots. I'll go around the Quarter, and Rebekah and Marcel, you two stay here in case he comes back." Klaus didn't say that he had just escorted Genevieve home a few hours earlier after spending some time alone with her in his study.
Rebekah ran to call Gen. She came back soon after, "There's a place near Storyville. Here's the address..."
"Of course, he would be near Storyville," Elijah fussed.
"Brother, please let me in," Klaus said after knocking.
The door flew open, "Come in, if you care to."
Klaus saw, Kol looking disheveled on an unmade bed. The room also had a table full of magical artifact and books.
"We were worried. You just left," Klaus said softly.
"Why, brother? Why care?" Kol said tonelessly.
"Because we were worried, little brother. Why else?" Klaus said in a sharper tone.
"Why are you here, Niklaus?" Kol asked petulantly.
"To fetch you and bring you home, young man. Why else would I be here? Now, come on, let us go," Klaus said sternly.
"No, I shall stay here, I think," Kol whined.
"Kol, I am going to give you one chance to stop this nonsense and get up and come with me before giving you a hiding," Klaus threatened.
"No, Nik, not this time," Kol said backing up on the bed.
Klaus sat on the bed. He knew he frightened his brother when he got angry with him. He also recalled his promise not to thrash any of them when he was upset again. Klaus took a breath and calmed himself.
"There was a time when I was the one who used to protect you from getting a thrashing. Remember when you killed all the blacksmiths' chickens with that wind spell? They got sucked up in that vortex and everyone just thought it was the weather," Klaus laughed.
"I was a daft child. I have no notion of how I finally became a half decent witch after that. Finn saw me and ran to tell Mother," Kol recalled.
"She was furious but only because that dullard Finn told her about it in the first place. She told him to drag you home before the villages burned us all at the stake for witchcraft. I told Elijah to throw Finn off the trail and I got to you first. I knew if I could get your home first and she could see how upset you were, she would not be vexed with you," Klaus said turning to him.
"And she wasn't angry. She just held me as I cried. I had almost sucked the damn blacksmith up in the vortex, truth be told, I was scared at what I had done. From that day, she promised to help me more if I swore I...would not go off on my own," Kol remembered.
"You do not have to go off on your own now either, Kol. There is nothing we can't deal with," Klaus said pulling him closer.
"When I saw how Gen looked at you, I felt so alone. Like you were the King of the world, then your prince, Marcellus, started on me and I threw my drink in his face. He got to me. I told the little bugger to sod off," Kol admitted.
"Little brother, you only have to say the word and I shall back off Genevieve. I swear it to you. And yes, my little prince, as you call him, seems to have been troublesome last night. I would like you two to sit down when we get home and have a chat, while you still can," Klaus smirked, now hugging his brother tighter.
"Nik," Kol whined. "Gen is free to do as she pleases, we were mostly friends. And yes, I guess I will speak to Marcel..."
"Don't Nik, me. You know Elijah warned all of you to be on your best behavior, hmm. If you really think you don't deserve a tanning for running around secretly for a month, throwing a drink in Marcel's face, and then running away from home, then please...feel free to tell Elijah that, because I would love to see his face as he goes and cuts a switch," Klaus announced getting up.
"No, please, no switch! I'll do anything," Kol begged.
"Then, apologize to Marcel and cooperate. You know, when one of the three of you pushes him over the edge, I can't talk him out of it," Klaus said gathering up Kol's jacket and holding it out to him to put on.
"Is he furious with me?" Kol whispered, putting on his jacket.
"No, sweetheart, he is just worried. I am sorry I brought it up, it was a poor joke. Now let's just you home so you can face your irate sister. She, I cannot protect you against. Klaus said leading him out.
Rebekah was torn between wanting to stomp on Kol's foot and hug him, so she ended up doing both. Marcel had gone back to bed as he had a hangover.
Elijah was reading the newspaper in the front parlor.
"Finally, Kol, are you alright?" Elijah said looking him over and then hugging him tightly.
"Aye, I'm sorry, Elijah. I know you said for us to be on our best behavior last night," Kol blurted.
"Why don't we talk about that later. You look tired. I'll send up some food and you can feed, take a bath, and sleep. Okay? Baby brother, I am glad you are home," Elijah reassured him.
Kol nodded and went to his room.
Elijah looked at Klaus questioningly.
"I think he is hurt over Gen and Marcel rubbed salt in his wounds. Instead of causing more of a scene, he took off. Then, I made the mistake of jesting that...," Klaus cringed.
"What, Niklaus?" Elijah pressed.
"You might take a switch to him if he didn't accept responsibility for everything. I feel awful, he was terrified," Klaus pressed his hands to his temples.
"Oh, Niklaus, I couldn't even think of being harsh with him now, no matter how much mischief he has caused. He's been so been...fragile. Marcel has been getting under his skin somehow, but no matter. We have Genevieve as an ally and we can work things out tonight. For now, I'll send some servants up to him. We should probably get some rest also," Elijah emphasized with a yawn.
"Indeed," Klaus said heading up to his bed.
Everyone ended up sleeping longer than anticipated. After dinner, everyone gathered in the back parlor as usual for a few hours.
Kol and Marcel were polite, but reserved. There were a few times when Marcel started to apologize, but then he remembered Marcel throwing the drink in his face and stopped himself.
Rebekah excused herself to bed early and figured the men had some business to attend to after she took her leave. She shut the doors as she left to give them some privacy.
"So," Elijah started.
"Let me just get this out of the way," Kol expressed,"Marcellus, I was wrong to throw the drink in your face last night. There is no excuse. I apologize."
Klaus and Elijah almost fell over in shock, Kol never had apologized without encouragement.
"Marcel, what do you have to say?" Klaus prompted.
"He's an ass and his sneaking around with that witch could have put us all in jeopardy!I'm not apologizing," Marcel roared.
"Young man, I going to give you one more chance to correct your behavior before I do it for you," Klaus growled.
Marcel's face reddened, "Thanks. Um, I ah, should not have been messing with you, like I did. That was childish. I'm sorry, too."
"Thank you, gentleman. I am impressed that you are dealing with this so maturely. However, at the party yesterday evening, you did not. Marcellus, last night was a business affair where you should have focused on solidifying our alliances, not picking on Kol. I want you to go to your room, dress for bed, and put your nose in the corner," Klaus demanded.
"But Papa, I said I was sorry! I shouldn't be in trouble. I will not stand for this," Marcel argued indignantly.
Klaus vamped to him and dragged him to the piano bench. He sat and bent Marcel over his left thigh and began to smack his behind firmly and methodically. Marcel's hands flew back to his behind.
"Move your hands right now, Marcel, or I shall pull down your trousers," Klaus yelled swatting his thighs hard.
Marcel whined and obeyed as his father spanked him for another half minute. Marcel stomped and tried to squirm away but Klaus held him in place. He finally stood him up, red-faced and embarrassed.
"Now without arguing, go up and get ready for bed. When I come up, I want to see your nose in the corner and your red bare behind showing," Klaus said firmly holding his arms at his side.
"Fine!" Marcel said with his face flushed and his voice rough with unshed tears.
Kol and Elijah were in shock as Klaus had almost never been so firm with Marcel in front of them.
"I apologize for that little scene. I am late realizing that I have indeed spoiled my son. I intend to remedy some of that right now. Excuse me," Klaus said.
"Of course," Elijah replied.
Kol flushed, "I almost fell a touch bad for the lad. I guess I am to be the next on the chopping block."
"I think we can handle this in your bedroom, brother. No switch, but I do think you earned a bit more than my hand. Go change and wait for me," Elijah said softly.
"Corner?" Kol asked.
"No, I'll be right up, okay," Elijah said patting him on the shoulder. Kol nodded and head up to his bedroom. He was relieved that he didn't get spanked like Marcel did and wasn't going to feel the sharp cut of the switch tonight on his backside.
Elijah fetched his heavy wooden ruler from the study and slipped it into his pocket. It should do nicely. His vampire senses picked up another scent. He went to the couch and found a white scrap of lace on the chaise lounge. Genevieve. He hoped that this would be good for Niklaus.
Marcel was shaking with anger. He was supposed to be the king of this damn city soon and here he was standing in the corner bare bottomed. He couldn't help but stomp his foot as hold his hands in fists. Tears of frustration rolled down his cheeks.
He heard his door open and close softly.
"Marcellus, you can turn around and come here now," Klaus said gently.
Good, his father felt bad about spanking him for no reason like that downstairs. Marcel scrubbed the tears away from his cheeks. He trudged over to stand in front of Klaus.
Klaus took his hands and pulled Marcel to his chest. Marcel cried into his shoulder and let out some of the anger he had been feeling.
"Tell me why you got that little spanking downstairs, my little warrior?" Klaus asked stroking Marcel's hair.
"Because I argued with you," Marcel muttered.
"And what happens when you defy me?" Klaus inquired.
Marcel whined and hid his face. Klaus promptly lowered his hand and smacked Marcel's thigh. It was little more than a tap, but it reminded Marcel that he was not out of danger yet.
"I end up over your knee," Marcel ground out tightly, ashamed to be forced to say it aloud.
"Son, I know you are anxious to prove your worth and take over the city. Please believe me, though, when I tell you it is not all it is made out to be. Yes, I believe you have a talent for leadership, which few men possess. But rubbing that fact into your uncle's face and getting off track because of it is beneath you. If you want to lead, you must be worthy of it, no more pettiness, eh," Klaus said looking into Marcel's eyes.
Marcel nodded, "I'm sorry, Papa. I shouldn't have goaded Kol. But he picks on me, too. You didn't have to spank me in front of them."
"I did not, but I will. No more of your willful disobedience or tantrums. When I ask you to do something, I expect you to do it without question. You have grown far too comfortable in questioning my every move. I will not have it, Marcellus. I know it was a painful lesson for you, but I want you to remember it," Klaus said rubbing his back.
"I understand," Marcel replied.
"Now into bed, but our discussion is not over," Klaus said more sternly.
"Papa..." Marcel whined as he got into bed on his stomach. He had on his night shirt but nothing else on.
"Hush now, before I go fetch the hairbrush," Klaus warned.
"I didn't even fight back when Kol threw the drink in my face," Marcel continued to argue as Klaus flipped up his night shirt to bare his behind.
"I know. I am proud of you for that. I know my brother can be difficult, but deep down he is very attuned towards what other say to him. He takes things to heart and puts up a hard exterior to protect himself. Your words can be like barbs. Son, you know he will be punished, too, for his intemperance...I just ask that you cease to try to provoke him," Klaus said resting his hand on Marcel's thigh, tapping it.
Marcel's arms were crossed beneath his head and he was ready to get his punishment over with.
"I will. I'm sorry. He just can be taxing and I say things I don't mean," Marcel admitted sadly.
"I am going to smack you for that and then we shall all try harder. I have made mistakes too, Marcellus. Are you ready?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, Papa," Marcel said bracing himself.
Smack! Klaus swatted Marcel's left cheek firmly.
"I love you and it pains me to hurt you," Klaus said raising his hand to smack the other cheek. Crack!
Whack!
Marcel sucked in his breath sharply as Klaus brought his hand down across both mounds. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Marcel buried his face in the crook of his elbow and sobbed.
Klaus began to target the under curve of Marcel's backside. Marcel's will to stay still dissolved and he started to kick and push up from the bed. Klaus held him down with his left hand on his lower back.
"Almost done, your bottom is getting very red. I hope you will remember this the next time you think about misbehaving," Klaus warned.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus tapped his upper thighs and then paused to let Marcel breath.
"That's all. Just a little spanking and then it's all over. Papa forgives you. All done," Klaus whispered.
"I'll be better," Marcel wailed.
"I know, sweetheart. All that naughtiness has been thrashed out of you," Klaus smiled rubbing his back.
"I know it hurts, but it's healing. Want me to stay?" Klaus said rubbing his back.
Marcel nodded, "Please."
Elijah came into Kol's room to find him sitting on the bed in his night clothes.
"I should be angry about you sneaking around for a month behind our backs, in all honesty, brother, I am not. I understand why you did it. What I'm going to smack your bottom hard for is tossing that drink in Marcel's face and then taking off. You know how I feel about both. For once, I will not lecture you about attacking your family and then leaving," Elijah said firmly.
"Elijah, I think you just did lecture me," Kol smiled.
"You may be right, brother. I am proud of you for apologizing to Marcel. I know he picks at you incessantly and I hope that comes to an end," Elijah admitted.
Kol nodded. Marcel was at times his rival, sometimes a friend, and sometimes an annoyance, but he guessed he was never an enemy.
Elijah dragged the wooden chair from the table over near the bed. After taking a seat, Elijah indicated that Kol come close. Soon Kol was staring at the floor. Elijah did not waste anytime and after a few preliminary pats, he started swatting the cotton seat of his pajama bottoms.
. .swat.
"I feel like I gave you fair warning that any misbehavior at the party was going to result in a hot bottom," Elijah recalled continuing to smack Kol's behind in a random pattern. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
After several circuits of smacks covering his entire seat and a few swats on the thighs, Elijah stood Kol up to take down his pants.
Kol didn't bother to fight his bother or argue. The fight was gone from him or perhaps the warm up had been mild and almost calming to his chaotic thoughts.
"Barely pink. I'm not sure those little taps were getting through to you, young man," Elijah said rubbing his hand over Kol's cheeks for a moment.
"Hold on to the rung of the chair or my legs, if your hands come up, I'm going to stripe your thighs with the ruler," Elijah threatened.
Kol raised his head at mention of the ruler, it could be a nasty instrument of correction. He hoped he could stay still and not incur more whacks as the heavy piece of wood did hurt on an already spanked rear.
Spank! Elijah now centered his smacks on both cheeks.
Spank!
Spank!
Spank!
These were hard swats that caused Kol to kick his feet against the floor. Kol started crying and sobbing, but the spanking continued.
He gripped on the rung of the chair and fought to not try to lift himself up.
Kol then felt Elijah tap the cold flat wood of the ruler against his sit spots. He felt a long series of lighter taps that culminated in a nasty, sting that made his hips rock to try to escape the path of the ruler.
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap1 Tap! Tap!
These last blows with the ruler were fast and smarted. Kol squirming was only restrained by Elijah's arm firmly pulling him in closer to his body to keep him in place. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Now, your behind is a bright red and looks very sore. Straight to bed tonight. You should get a month of early bedtimes, but I think those last licks with the ruler were hard enough to remind you not to sneak around in the middle of the night," Elijah said rubbing his behind gently.
"I won't anymore. It really hurts. Can I get up?" Kol asked. Elijah helped him stand after replacing his night shirt over his behind.
"Yes, but I'm putting you right to bed. Now we can start over in the morning," Elijah reminded him.
Elijah hugged his brother and patted his back. He wiped his tears and then helped him into the bed. He was worn out. Kol's hand snaked down to rub his backside. This was not an ancient vampire, but a child to him. He looked younger than even the 17 years he was frozen at forever. Elijah smoothed his hair back. Things could have gone so much differently. Elijah was grateful they were all together. He stayed until Kol feel asleep and then went to check on the rest of the household.