Pairing: Klaus/Marcel (M/M) hand, bath brush
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mikaelson Compound
Saturday, March 1913
Upstairs Parlor
Morning
"And you really think this is going to bloody work, Nik? Really?" Rebekah hissed at her blond older brother.
"Yes, actually I do. I do not feel like we had a choice. And please watch your language. Nice, young ladies are not to be cursing. Next, you shall be chewing 'tobaccy' and spilling it on the sidewalk like old Arturo at the general store," Klaus scoffed.
"Do not lecture me about my behavior! At least I did not get a witch to turn my brother into a blithering idiot to hide my crimes!" Rebekah yelled raising her voice.
"Keep your voice down, young lady. No one turned anyone into an idiot. You are blowing everything out of proportion. Now I think you need to go calm down in your quarters until supper time," Klaus suggested.
"Supper time? Not bloody likely. I think you need to shove your head up your own arse!" Rebekha fumed stamping her foot and going in the direct opposite direction than her bedroom.
Klaus went to drag her back, but then saw Kol coming from his bedroom.
"Is our little sister in another tizzy? What now? Is Elijah being tight about her dress budget again?" Kol wondered as he glanced back. They heard Rebekah slam some things and then stomp downstairs.
"Aye, Elijah told her to cut down on everything. You know there is talk of storm clouds in Europe. It would not hurt us to all tighten our...belts," Klaus gulped remembering the terrible thrashing he had unleashed on Kol just a week prior with the very belt he still wore around his waist.
"We have heard that one before. Did Elijah every think that maybe we should invest in a club? I could run it. That lady, um, Rosalie, she makes fistfuls of cash as her place. I mean, we could rival the Guerreras if we played our cards right. What do you think?" Kol said running his hands through his suspenders.
"The faction agreement we have now restricts us to the French Quarter. Plus, we have a clause that all new business ventures have to be approved by the council. The wolves would never allow us to encroach on their bar and prostitution business. We just have to be content to providing security and taking tariffs from each section," Klaus reported absentmindedly. He was really studying Kol.
"Oh, did I know that? After you said it, it sounded obvious, but I feel like my head is filled with clouds. I think I drank from a laudanum addict or opium fiend last night," Kol said swaying.
Klaus grabbed his arm, "Have a seat, Brother. Allow me to pour you some tea. You just need to get back in the swing of things."
"Perhaps I should get back to the Pastor's today?" Kol suggested.
"Ah no, they sent word that um, nothing is going on," Klaus lied.
"Really? Something is always going on there. Pastor Hassleback works tirelessly. Are we still going to Sunday services? I feel like there is something I forget there," Kol drifted.
"Ah, no. We were invited this week to St. Anne's for mass. I said we would try there," Klaus added.
"As long as the bleedin' church does not get struck by lightening with us inside of it," Kol laughed.
Klaus smiled, "Even so, Brother, it would not kill us. Well, I am off to a Parish police meeting. Security and all that. Rest up. Drink your tea."
"I can go with you, if you like," Kol said starting to get up.
Klaus waved him off, he was afraid Kol would hear too much about the witch kidnappings and it would trigger his memory about Ariane. Dominque had said to keep him away from any triggers for a while. That left Kol bored and stuck doing nothing in the house.
"No, you rest," Klaus said patting him on the shoulder.
Kol nodded and finished his tea. What did he normally do at this time of day? He could not recall.
"Rebekah! Where is that ah, cleaning stick? The broom. Am I not to be cleaning? I guess if it keeps Elijah from thrashing me, I ought to do it," Kol said happily. He was calling to Rebekah from above.
"Ah, the broom, right. It's in the closet, over there, Brother. Yes, we do not need Elijah whipping anyone this week," Rebekah replied tightly from down below.
Kol looked at her oddly and then went to get the broom and the dust pan. Rebekah heard him humming as he swept. Humming? Kol? Rebekah went to look for Marcel. She found Marcel in Klaus' study working on a dossier of forms. His head was bent over the desk and he was concentrating.
"Marcel, Kol is doing his chores now and humming! Like he is happy. You know how he detests any real work," Rebekah roared.
"Rebekah, I am working, or trying to. I know that is a shock to you as only a few of us do it here, but Papa needs me to submit these forms on Monday. Kol will be fine. They erased his memory and in a few days, he will adjust. What is the problem?" Marcel said, never looking up.
"The problem is...he's not acting like...Kol. He is a better Kol. Marcel, I do not like it," Rebekah fumed and walked out slamming the door. Marcel continued his work as if he had not been interrupted.
Downstairs
Courtyard
Rebekah was pacing back and forth in the courtyard. The servants knew to stay away when the young mistress was in a state.
"Just what are you up to, Miss Mikaelson?" Elijah said with suspicion.
"Nothing, Elijah. Why do you not go find a witch and compel me to forget how to put on bloody knickers, too?" Rebekah said in a scathing voice.
"It was not like that, dear sister. The witch, that Ariane creature,...when she siphoned Kol, she sucked out his very essence as a vampire. He needs to build it back up. Dominque said it will take some time. Neither Niklaus or I are proud of what happened, but it is over. We need to-," Elijah tried.
"If you say forget it, then I shall bloody scream," Rebekah vowed.
"Then, you will do it from looking down over my knee while I apply the flat of my hand to your insolent, bratty backside," Elijah retorted.
Rebekah sneered, "You do not get to act like I am the brat here. You and Nik were wrong, Elijah. .Admit it. What you did to Kol that night...," Rebekah's looked at the floor as she remembered the welts and marks on Kol's legs left by their brutality.
Elijah sat down heavily on the bench near him and put his head in his hands.
"I should have protected him. I should have looked out for Kol more. I knew he was up to something that week, but those kidnappings threw my off. Rebekah, what if he remembers? I cannot face him. Once again, when push comes to shove, I chose Niklaus over Kol every time. I hate myself for it," Elijah whispered.
Rebekah put her arm around Elijah's bowed head, "Maybe it is for the best that he not remember then. I just wish we could forget."
"Dominque said it is impossible without the siphoning. I already asked her," Elijah admitted.
"Oh, Elijah," Rebekah said with emotion as she comforted him. "Someday I fear your loyalty to Nik will be the end of you."
"If only I slew Father that first time he beat Niklaus so terribly...What kind of man does that to a child? An innocent child who worshipped him?" Elijah recalled bitterly.
"Elijah, you were a child yourself. Mikael was a Viking warrior. And Mother? The Original witch herself? Do you think she would have just let you kill her husband so easily? Come on, we cannot go back to those times. Let us go help Kol, he is humming and sweeping the bedrooms gaily. He seems...happy in truth," Rebekah reassured Elijah.
"Happy? Cleaning? This I must see for myself!" Elijah allowed Rebekah to lead him upstairs. She then realized that she had intended to chastise her eldest brother, but ended up soothing his own guilt.
Dinner
"So, how was everyone's day? Marcellus, did you finish that paperwork?" Klaus said glancing at his son.
"Almost Papa. I had a couple of questions for you," Marcel said.
"Why did you not ask your Uncle?" Klaus questioned.
Elijah smiled, "Kol, Rebekah, and I were quite busy. We scoured the whole second floor, rearranged the library, and even started to clean the attic."
"Is that why Kol looks a touch dusty?" Klaus teased.
Kol smiled softly, "I may have to bath after supper. They put me on cobweb duty. Even after all these years, I did not realize that Elijah was afraid of spiders."
Elijah laughed sheepishly, "Not afraid. I just do not like the creepy little things dropping down on me. They always were in the barn on the old house."
"Mother said they were good luck. They killed the bad insects," Kol recalled.
"She would think that," Elijah frowned. "How was your day, Niklaus? Is the security back up to snuff?"
Klaus looked at Kol meaningfully, "Aye, of course. Why would it not be? All is in New Orleans as it should be. Well, mostly, there have been some reports of more theft at the docks. Probably inside jobs from the wolves, but other than that. All is well."
"Chess, tonight?" Elijah asked Klaus. "It has been a while since I let you beat me."
"You are on, big Brother," Klaus smirked, "Get ready for a good trouncing. I am feeling competitive."
"If I may be excused, I am going to take that bath now, before the staff retires. I have been so tired," Kol said yawning.
"Go ahead, Brother. We'll be up in a little while to see to you," Klaus said tenderly.
Marcel started to speak to Elijah about the contracts, but realized he was watching Kol. He had worked all day while Kol fooled around with the dust rag and they were ready to throw him a ticket tape parade.
"I am going to head out myself," Marcel said suddenly. "I have a business contact to meet."
Rebekah's head snapped to him, "What are you talking about?"
"I do not need to tell you every single thing I do. Now, if I may be excused?" Marcel asked crisply.
Klaus said, "Of course, Son. Just do not be late. We have mass early in the morning at St. Anne's."
"St. Anne's. I am not going to another mass. Can you not just go without me? It is too tiresome," Marcel whined.
"Son, we agreed that in order to blend in, we needed to do certain things. Now, I expect you to accompany us. Understand?" Klaus said firmly.
"No, I do not. I need to go," Marcel said getting up.
Elijah added, "Young man, you will not be going anywhere with that attitude."
Klaus sighed and said to his brother, "Let him go. He worked on the contracts all day."
"You spoil him," Elijah cautioned with a knowing look.
"He will be fine. I am going to check on Kol," Klaus said getting up to attend to Kol.
Rebekah and Elijah both continued their meal in silence.
Kol's Bedroom
"Let me help you," Klaus said as he steadied Kol as he stepped into the bathtub in his room. Klaus went and fed the fire.
"I never really felt this cold before. Thank you, Nik," Kol said sinking down into the hot water.
"Of course, Kol. Seeing you in the bath reminds me of the time, you threw that minnow in that wooden tub when Rebekah was bathing. Her screams were awful...but then even Mother thought it was kind of funny," Klaus smiled.
"I had tried that one with Finn but he caught the fish and just put it in the stew pot when no one was looking. The odd thing is that no one ever noticed. A smarter child would have given up that prank," Kol admitted sleepily.
"Rebekah did get you back though, did she not? Something with dung?" Klaus said settling down in the chair near the bath.
"Dung in my boot, but I obviously smelled it and threw it out. Then, I put a cricket in her shoe, but it escaped. Then we could not find the damn thing. Three days of that thing chirping!" Kol recalled.
"We made our own entertainment in those days. No boredom for us. Did you feed enough today?" Kol pressed.
"Aye, I did, just not on the servants so you should be proud. You sitting in that chair reminds me of all the times I was a due a thrashing when I got out of this tub," Kol quipped.
"Not tonight, Brother. Though, Marcel is getting damn near close to a hiding. He always goads Elijah and then I step in and give him a smacked behind myself, sometimes to save him from a worse one from his uncle. Why can he not just behave himself?" Klaus mused.
"Marcellus is a hothead, like me, like you were once. Acts first, thinks second. I do not know what bee is in his bonnet, but when he is upset, it is hard for him to come out and say it. Hence, the fits, the tantrums," Kol opined.
"But we always say you lot can speak to us openly. Why is that so hard?" Klaus spouted.
"To admit our deepest thoughts? Brother, that is the scariest thing of all. Easier to slaughter 1000 innocents and fight the meanest monsters, than to face our own true fears. That is the truth of it," Kol said plainly.
"But what could Marcellus fear? Kol, never you mind, I came here to see to you, not to vent about my son's teenage impertinence. Are you sure I cannot fetch you some blood before you retire?" Klaus asked anxiously.
"I am fine, Nik. Go see to Marcellus before he does something worse than the pranks I used to do to get everyone's attention," Kol said closing his eyes.
"Oh Kol, we always just thought you were trying to be a pest, a pain in the arse. But you are right, it is the only time you got any real attention. I am sorry for that," Klaus said.
"Do not be too sorry, I am the one who threw your indigo pigment into the wash that time. I really did not know it would stain like a dye," Kol said guiltily.
"It was worth it to have to see Elijah's shirts all turn purple. All the girls laughed at him for a fortnight, even Tatia said he looked like a grape," Klaus reminisced.
"But you got in so much trouble. Why did you never tell Mother it was me?" Kol asked.
"I guess back in those days I was better at protecting you, even from yourself," Klaus admitted.
Kol was not sure what Nik meant, by "in those days," but something told him not to press the matter.
French Quarter
Late Evening
Marcel roamed the Quarter looking for a distraction. He had a drink at a club he used to frequent, but found the crowd dull and vapid. He walked down the street dodging tourists and locals alike.
"Hey friend, follow me into this alley," Marcel compelled a large man walking alone.
Marcel drank from his wrist and then compelled the man to forget he ever saw him. The blood made him feel somewhat better.
Vampires, by their own decree, were not to feed in public. Marcel looked around to make sure no one saw him. It was night, he was a vampire, why not act like one?
"Dear, come here with me," Marcel purred as he spied a lovely young woman.
"Oh, do you want to have your way with me, sir?" the dark-skinned African American beauty retorted.
"Oh no, I just want to drink your blood," Marcel said lightly.
"Well, I am older than you and much stronger, so you are out of luck. I am going to have to report this breech of manners to your dear Papa and Uncle," the vampire said.
Marcel felt his neck crack and the world went dark.
Aya shook her house and instructed her minions to pick up this Marcel.
"Elijah is really slipping. How are we going to protect him if his household is out of control? Pin a note to this baby vamp. Tell the Mikaelsons what he was doing. Instruct them that the Strix are watching, but we cannot help if they cannot obey their own rules. I will leave you all here on duty. I need to get back to headquarters," Aya instructed.
"But madam, is the threat of the witches over?" a younger Strix vampire asked.
"No, the covens are disturbed that an Original was running around with a siphon. They are hatching up plans to try make sure something like that never happens again. They had no defense against the siphon stealing their children in broad daylight. We have to make sure that Elijah is safe. He is our sire and we owe him our allegiance," Aya concluded.
"As you wish, shall I just pin the note to him and drop him at the Compound?" the vampire pressed on.
"I do not know. Bloody figure it out. I need to go," Aya said impatiently.
Sunday Morning
Rebekah was packing again.
"Kol, how are you feeling? Well enough to continue this charade and attend mass? Marcel must be angrier than I thought because he never came home last night. Elijah is going to take it out on his hide and I am not going to feel a lick of sympathy," Rebekah snapped.
"All night? He has not done that in years. Should we go look for him?" Kol said with a fraction of worry. Marcel usually took off, had a gin, and then slunk back home and went to bed early.
"You can, but I refuse to play these games. All because he had to work on a Saturday while we cleaned. Poor baby. If we could just get through one week around here without someone throwing a fit,-" Rebekah started ranting.
"Miss! Miss Rebekah!" Cook shouted from outside, "It's the young master!"
Cook has come in through the back entrance to get the deliveries and found Marcel with the note pinned to his chest.
Rebekah and Kol vamped downstairs, but slowed when they reached the kitchen. From there, they ran.
"What in the devil?" Rebekah said.
"Cook, what happened?" Kol asked in shock.
"He was just here. With the morning bread!" Cook announced.
Klaus had been shaving and was half covered in shaving cream.
"Marcellus! What happened?" Klaus said taking a handkerchief from Kol to wipe his face.
"There's a note pinned. He was caught feeding in the Quarter from tourists by the Strix. They said that we should follow our own rules and that the witches are up to something because of the...incident," Rebekah drifted off.
"What incident?" Kol asked in confusion.
"Ah, something at the docks. Kol, can you get Elijah, please?" Klaus asked suddenly.
"Are you keeping something from me?" Kol pressed.
"Of course not. Kol, please," Klaus begged.
Kol cast a last glance at Marcel and vamped off.
"It says that the witches are angry that an Original was in league with a siphon. It says they might be coming for Kol, maybe for all of us. Signed, the Strix," Rebekah said handing the note to Klaus.
"And Kol knows nothing. Damn, we saved the witches and this is the thanks we get. We ought to burn the lot of them," Klaus roared.
"Nik, keep it down. Marcel is waking up. They must have vervained him after they broke his neck. Can you fetch him some blood?" Rebekah asked as she cradled Marcel to her.
"How much trouble am I in?" Marcel groaned.
"Well, you will not be sitting through mass today. How do you feel?" Rebekah inquired.
"Hungry," Marcel said sitting up. Klaus fetched the people they paid to feed off of for Marcel to get some blood. As Elijah came back with Kol, he found Marcel feeding and Rebekah and Klaus looking on with concern.
"Marcellus, are you alright?" Elijah breathed.
"Yes, now I am," Marcel said guiltily.
"Let us get you inside," Elijah said. "It looks like you need a hot bath. There is a fine coating of dust all over you." Elijah brushed some leaves off of Marcel's jacket tenderly.
"I will see to it," Rebekah said trotting briskly off, happy to have something to do. She took Marcel by the arm into the house.
Klaus handed Elijah the note and waited until he read it.
Elijah spat, "Aya's work, I assume. If this is true and all nine covens unite against us, it could be trouble brother. I suppose we earned only a paltry amount of good will saving their young from being sacrificed. Ungrateful, I suppose, but they aim to make sure this does not happen again."
"Could Dominque intercede for us? The French Quarter coven will barely acknowledge us. They need to know that Kol was not powering Ariane's evil plan. In addition, Ariane had to have someone behind her. How would she even know about the Rite of the Nine? There is old evil afoot here, Brother," Klaus proposed.
"I will see to it. Kol and Rebekah can still represent us at mass. You stay here and deal with your wayward son. Niklaus, I know you do not want to hear this, but he could have been killed last night," Elijah said firmly.
"Was he not punished enough? Come on, Elijah. What happened with Kol last week? I am not sure I can trust myself again. I shall give him a long talking-to and,-" Klaus reasoned lamely.
"Niklaus, you know your son. He is acting out because he feels ignored and is seeking attention. Marcellus should not have been out there in the first place feeding in public last night. You know that is not like him. Give him what he needs. I cannot do this for you. I need to deal with the witches and then send a message back to the Strix," Elijah said putting a hand on Klaus' shoulder. Klaus put his hand over it. At times he needed Elijah's strength to do what he had to do.
"I hear you, Brother. It has been a good while since I spent some quality time with my son. After things settle down. I would like to take him and Kol away. Maybe you and Rebekah could go to the opera and I'll take the boys to the dog races or some common pursuit," Klaus proposed.
"But you love the opera, too," Elijah argued.
"Aye, but they do not," Klaus said as he went in to see to his son. Elijah could handle the rest.
Marcel's Room
Rebekah was coming out of Marcel's room as Klaus got there. Klaus filled her in on the plan and she agreed to take Kol to mass, though she was entirely happy about it. She knew Marcel would appreciate the privacy if her brother was going to do what she suspected he was going to do. Unlike with Kol, Klaus tended to go entirely too easy on Marcel, still thinking of him as he did when he was human.
Rebekah turned, "And Brother, you can do this." Rebekah kissed Klaus on the cheek. Her anger at her brothers for mistreating Kol had faded. They had to be be hard at times to keep them all safe. The witches in this town were powerful and could cause a great deal of damage if provoked.
Klaus stepped into the room and felt the warmth from the fire. Marcel had just disrobed and was washing himself slowly.
"Son, I am so glad you are okay. Those Strix, they really only care about Elijah, not us. They could have harmed you. Were you really feeding out in the open?" Klaus said as he came over and sat on a trunk near the tub.
"Yes, Papa. I did not think anyone would see me. I-I d-do not know what stupidity got into me. I know an apology is n-not enough, but I am sorry," Marcel conceded.
"You know I cannot let such behavior stand without punishing you. Let me help you with your hair," Klaus said quietly. He knelt by the small table near the bath tub and poured some shampoo on his hands. He washed Marcel's hair slowly and then filled the pitcher and rinsed.
"Was it only 90 years ago that I did this for the first time? Remember how you got into that skirmish on the street with those thugs? Your new trousers were all cut up," Klaus laughed.
"I might have called them some naughty names before they chased me. I thought the footman would defend me. Turns out he was courting the one little prick's mother, that was the worst black eye I ever got," Marcel grinned back.
"My son, the scrapper! You were so afraid we were going to be angry with you," Klaus mused.
"But even Kol went out to look for them. I lied about their description because I was afraid that they would tell you what I had shouted at them," Marcel confessed.
"You became friends with that big fellow anyway a few weeks later. That lad who stole your marbles. Did he not grow up to be the butcher? With the bushy beard? Such a stout fellow," Klaus rambled.
"I do not recall. Oh, no, that lad became an ostler. He became daft from getting kids in the head by a wild horse later! He was never very nice to people or horses," Marcel shared.
Klaus chuckled and handed Marcel a large towel, "That's right. Ready to get out, Son. I will get your pajamas."
"Thank you, Papa," Marcel said gratefully.
Klaus went into Marcel's drawers and chose a soft pair of cotton sleep pant and a matching button down shirt in dark blue. He set the clothes on the side of the bed and went and put the chair in front of the bed. Marcel could not help sucking in his breath in fear. One time, he put what he thought of as the spanking chair in the attic, Klaus just had him march to find another armless chair in his drawers. Marcel brought the chair back down the next day.
"Our little trip down memory lane reminded me how well-behaved you were for weeks after you got your behind heated up. Now, bring the bath brush, I shall not wear out my hand today. And yes, you will be taking a little nap right after. No fighting me on that," Klaus explained.
Marcel picked up the bath brush, "I will not fight you, Papa. This thing is wet, though."
"Well, it is that or you can go ask Cook to borrow her butter paddle. I do not believe she needs it today," Klaus said with a small smile. "The rest of the family is out. Cook would not mind seeing you fetch it with your bare behind out either."
"No, no, this will do," Marcel said wrapping the white towel around his waist and carrying the bath brush with his left hand.
Klaus sat on the armless chair and indicated that Marcel should put the round, wooden brush on the bed.
"Can I get dressed first, please?" Marcel whined in a childish voice.
"I do not think so, but I can add on another spanking before bedtime if you want to fuss," Klaus stated calmly. "You know your trouser pants did not misbehave, young man."
Marcel pouted and stomped over to Klaus, Klaus undid the towel and shifted it so he could put Marcel over his lap with the towel still around his waist. Marcel felt himself propelled forward and his hands hit the floor. Klaus peeled the bath towel away and patted Marcel's damp behind. Marcel shivered and cringed to think of his bare buttocks on display ready to be spanked by his father. He hoped no one came in the room to witness his shame.
"I think you know what you did wrong, but I need you to tell me, Son," Klaus said as he tapped Marcel's rear lightly.
"Um, I took off and drank from tourists, I know better. I should not have done it. I guess I should not have left home in the first place, but I...," Marcel paused.
Smack! Klaus swatted his son briskly across both cheeks. Then, again. Swat!
"What? Sweetheart, tell Papa what is wrong? It is okay?" Klaus said spanking him a little firmer and faster. Crack! Crack!
"I was mad that I worked all day and no one cared. Everyone was fixated on Kol. Kol this, Kol that. It just got to me. I am sorry," Marcel spat out. Crack! Crack!
"You are allowed to be upset. I just wish you would talk to me instead of taking off. Rebekah was quite angry herself at you," Klaus said. He began spanking Marcel harder. Marcel's legs were kicking and Marcel was squirming.
Whap! Whap!
"Papa, it stings. My bottom!" Marcel gasped as he tried to balance on one hand and reach back with the other.
Whap! Whap!
"A spanking always stings more on a wet behind, or in this case, damp. You should have dried off a little better," Klaus chuckled.
Crack! Crack!
'It is not funny," Marcel complained as he felt Klaus grab his wrist and pin it back.
"I know. I should not jest with you. What you did was actually very serious. The Strix are powerful and could have held you to get to me. They think they are protecting Elijah, but sometimes I think they are just power hungry fiends. Settle down, Marcellus," Klaus said. Crack! Crack!
Marcel's cheeks were turning red and he was wiggling and kicking violently. Marcel felt like Klaus was scalding his bottom with fire and he could hardly breath.
"Papa is going to give you a little break. You need to calm down," Klaus said cracking Marcel hard once more on the center of both cheeks.
"Ouch!" Marcel exclaimed. Klaus slowly released Marcel and let him pop up and rub his tortured behind a brief second. Klaus moved the wooden chair to the corner. Marcel knew what that meant.
"No, Papa, please! Do not make me sit. It h-hurts," Marcel groaned.
Klaus put the damp towel on the chair and then sat Marcel on it. He bounced back up. Klaus popped him hard on each sit spot.
"Sit down and think about why you are being punished," Klaus ordered.
Marcel began to sob, "Yes, sir." He shifted a few times, but could not get any relief. He whole behind was sore and stinging. Klaus almost relented and stopped the whole thing. Instead, he pulled Marcel to him and kissed his head. Marcel sobbed into Klaus' white shirt bitterly.
"I love you, Marcel. I cannot let you run off every time you get angry and then misbehave. It puts you in danger," Klaus said in a low tone. This only made Marcel cry harder.
Klaus went to his room and grabbed the soothing lotion. He took his time as he knew that Marcel had drank some blood. That would counteract the vervain that the Strix probably dosed him with. By the state of his red behind. Klaus figured that Marcel had a few more hours of slower healing.
Klaus came back in the room and smiled to see Marcel wiggling on the chair. He grabbed the solid bath brush and sat on the other side of the bed.
"Come to me, mister. It's time for you to get a little taste of the bath brush. But only after I make sure you get this lotion on," Klaus informed him.
Marcel tried to preserve his modestly but covering up his private parts until Klaus told him that he could bring the towel. Klaus didn't want that lotion all over his good slacks. He sat on the bed and put the towel over his lap and then pulled his son completely over his lap. Klaus worked in the lotion on Marcel's now pink cheeks and made sure that he did the top of his thighs.
"I want you to give me your hands. This is going to smart," Klaus said firmly.
Marcel bucked up and panicked, Klaus picked up the bath brush and began to paddle Marcel on the center of each cheek. Tap. tap. Tap. tap. Marcel felt the smooth, hard surface of the brush tap his behind and winced. Soon, he would be hollering.
"These do not count until you obey me," Klaus reminded him.
Marcel howled and finally put his hands behind him for Klaus to pin.
"There, there. After your paddling, you are going to have a sore behind, but all that naughtiness will be done with. A little nap and all better. Okay, sweetheart?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, P-Papa," Marcel wailed. Klaus shut his eyes and steeled himself to start spanking again. He had to remind himself that Marcel was a vampire now, not a human. And this young vampire had drank from humans in public last night.
"You will never drink from humans like that again, Son," Klaus said sternly. Pop!
"AHHHH," Marcel yelped. Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
Pop!
"This paddling is nothing compared to the switching I will give you if I catch you running off again by yourself," Klaus lectured as he popped Marcel's sit spots firmly.
"And I will switch your bare behind. Hard. You have to learn," Klaus said as he continued the punishment. Pop! Pop!
"Owwww, owwww," Marcel yelled. He kicked his legs up and down just like he did when he was a little boy, but he couldn't move his hands from Klaus' grip.
"Go ahead and kick and yell, but I am going to paddle you until I am sure that this behavior is over. You are a big boy now and you need to act like it," Klaus went on. Pop! POP! POP! Pop!
"Papppppa, please, no more spanking," Marcel begged. "I will behave!"
"Please, what?" Klaus prompted. Pop! Pop!
"Please do not hate me," Marcel screamed. Klaus dropped the bath brush, well aware that his son would say anything to stop the spanking. His behind was glowing red. Klaus rubbed his behind and felt the heat radiate off of it.
"Sweetheart, I love you more than myself, which is why I am doing this," Klaus said. He used his hand to spank Marcel hard ten more times right in the center of his backside.
Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Marcel howled and kicked until he lost his fight and took the last few swats limply. Klaus let go of Marcel's hands and this allowed him to weep softly into his hands.
"So s-ssorry, Papa," Marcel confessed.
"All done," Klaus said breathless and spent himself. Klaus opened the cream and coated Marcel's hot rear end with more cream.
To Marcel, the heat was cooled a bit with the cream but the sting was still raging. He squirmed and then lay still as Klaus finished with his behind and rubbed his back in little circles.
"Papa will help you get dressed," he heard Klaus say. Marcel pushed himself up and Klaus helped him put on his soft cotton pajama bottoms first.
"Ahhh," he gasped as the seat of the pants cling a little to his tender bottom. Klaus rubbed his rear again and got him calmed down. Marcel flushed hotly from his neck up to his cheeks to be treated like this, but he felt bathed in warmth and love right now. He knew no one else was around to witness it thankfully.
Klaus put his shirt over his head and then cuddled Marcel to him a moment tightly. He grabbed a linen from his jacket to help Marcel wipe his face and rocked him silently.
"When I saw you this morning for a second, I was afraid...Marcellus, I know things have been tense with all these witch problems. But when things settle down, you, Kol, and me will take a trip. Where ever you boys want to go. What is the point of immortality if we cannot enjoy it, eh?" Klaus said patting Marcel's back.
"I love you, Papa. I will silly to be jealous. I know I asked for more work. I guess it is true to be careful for what you wish for," Marcel smiled.
"That could apply to you and my lovely sister, but I shall not go there," Klaus teased. "Let us get you into bed for that nap. You took quite a spanking and that always helps you to sleep quite soundly. Does it not, Little Warrior?" Klaus asked.
"Yes, Papa," Marcel said as Klaus turned down his quilt and situated him on his stomach.
"I am curious as to what names you called those bullies when you were a child, though," Klaus smirked.
"No, Papa. I am afraid to tell you," Marcel protested. He felt Klaus pat his rear lightly. It was still stinging, but much less than before.
"I could paddle you over your pajama pants. Without the benefit of your drawers and over that spanking, it would still sting," Klaus reminded him as he ticked him under his arms softly. Marcel squirmed away laughing and then grew serious. He had not thought about that incident in a long time.
Marcel huffed, "Fine. I think it was something like 'Bastard Prick.' I did not know what it meant."
Klaus blinked in surprise," Let me guess, you heard that from Kol? Because he used to call me that behind my back."
"You took his sword off him when he chopped the head off of Elijah's bust of Beethoven. The one he used to keep on the piano. He was pissed," Marcel giggled.
"Truthfully, that was a hideous bust. It looked like a gargoyle, just do not repeat that!" Klaus confided.
"Only if you do not tell anybody that I had to take a nap," Marcel agreed.
"What if I join you?" Klaus whispered as he put his arm around his beloved son. He wondered how Elijah fared with the Strix and the witches and then cringed to think of poor Rebekah having to make Kol sit through mass. He would have to make sure he bought her something nice. A new pair of gloves, perhaps...