Pairing: Marcel/Josh (M/M) paddle
Monday, December 27, 2010
"Hi, Joshua Rosza, but my friends call me Josh, well they did anyway," Josh muttered.
"What do you mean did?" Davina asked with curiosity.
"Well, my best friend kind of tried to betray me and failed Marcel's loyalty test and tried to kill me, so she's dead. I didn't really have a ton of friends in college," Josh admitted.
"With friends like that, who needs enemies, right?" Davina laughed lightly. She liked Josh, he had kind eyes.
Josh agreed, "Sure. Um, do you live here? This place is huge!"
"Yeah, for now. We actually aren't here for that long. Marcel and Rebekah just adopted me and we are going back to Virginia after all this 'wolf side' gets settled down again. I hope soon, my boyfriend is back there," Davina lamented.
"Nice! Can I see a pic?" Josh asked.
"Sure. Oh wait, I lost my phone, so," Davina griped.
"In here? I can't see how it would be hard to find," Josh said looking around the courtyard of the Mikaelson compound in awe. He loved the trees covered in fairy lights and the pub tables. He felt like he was in a hotel or an old time bar.
"No, I mean, I'm grounded from it. I got in trouble on freakin' Christmas, if you can believe that," Davina complained.
"Ouch! On Christmas, that is harsh. What did you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Josh inquired.
"Oh, I spelled this gift I gave my boyfriend so he would spend time with me. He's a little older and we're supposed to be taking a break until I'm in college, at least. But it was Christmas and I just wanted us to be able to, you know, talk and I got busted," Davina complained.
"So no phone, huh? Can you still go out? Because I found this great club. Not sure if you like club music, but the D.J. is awesome. He's playing tonight. Or there is an epic New Year's party taking place-," Josh started.
Before Davina could answer, Rebekah walked in. She gave Josh a wine glass of blood.
"Here, Joshua. No, Davina here is grounded until her break is over. I'm sorry, no clubbing," Rebekah smiled sadly.
Davina frowned, "But what if I promise to never do witch craft again? I'll even drink a blocking tea so I can't do magic."
Rebekah kissed her on the head, "Sorry, luv. Your Dad will not relent.
He's like a brick wall. I think he gets that from all those years with Elijah." Rebekah waved at Josh and walked upstairs.
"Great outfit," Josh said.
"Yeah, but damn it. I want to go! Josh, I have no other friends here now. My old coven hates me. My friend Tim is MIA, dead for all I know and I'm bored as heck," Davina whined.
"Well, girl, I'm not encouraging you to sneak out. Marcel is the man around here and my boss now. Basically, he's my daddy, too, and I'm a little afraid of him. He said vamps who disobey him will end up in the garden and everyone looked freaked! Not sure why, but I don't want to find out. I mean, plus, I'm just a lowly nightwalker. I might not get a daylight ring for like 75 years! I know you seem fun, but I can't blow it," Josh admitted.
"But Josh, what if I make you a daylight right? Can you pick me up around say 11 pm tonight? Kitchen exit?" Davina whispered.
"Ah, did you say daylight ring? Heck, if I got one of those, I wouldn't even need to work for Marcel. Miss Davina, you got yourself a deal," Josh promised.
Faction Meeting
St. Anne's Church
French Quarter
"But Marcel, until we find out who is kidnapping and killing supernaturals, none of us is safe!" Annabeth explained.
Annabeth was one of his vamps. She was newer, made by Diego, but a good fighter and loyal. In her previous life, she had been military and that carried over into her vampire life. She was a natural leader and the other vampires deferred to her.
"That's why I need everyone to hold steady. Witches in the cauldron, vamps in the quarter, and wolves in the bayou. Just until we can figure out who is killing us," Marcel said slowly. Only the people in this room knew about the crucified vampires, thought the smell of burning was still strong. No incense could cover it up.
"Is it those Guerrera's? We've been hearing rumors that some are still passing for human," a human said nervously.
"It is true that we don't exactly have all of the information we need on that pack. We are trying to gather that intel now," Marcel replied.
Father Kieran shared,"There used to be a device that would reveal all of the supernatural creatures in a given radius. Marcel, I believe it was kept in Mystic Falls, rumor was that it was spelled by a witch. Anyway, if we possessed a device such as that, we could suss out these wolves in our midst once and for all."
Marcel nodded, "I'll look into it. Would any of the witches here be willing to try to make an object like that?"
Rowan, a younger witch from the Treme coven spoke first, "Our ancestors have strictly forbade us from making any dark or curses objects that would benefit other factions, especially the undead, bloodthirsty one. We are the servants of nature, not your servants."
"Fine, we'll remember that went the Guerrera's come to the cauldron ripping off your witchy heads," Marcel snapped.
"Marcel, that's not helping," Father Kieran reprimanded.
"Sorry, Father K., I just don't like being judged like that," Marcel muttered.
"Okay, so until further notice. All faction leaders, keep your people in their boundaries. Anyone caught violating the lines will not be under our protection and could threaten the strength of the alliance itself. Godspeed," Father Kieran said.
Marcel and Kieran watched everyone file out of St. Anne's. Father indicated to Marcel to follow him. They went up to the file room and Father pulled out his favorite Irish whiskey.
"Don't tell Sean, or Cami, they think I'm off the bottle," Father K. laughed.
"I won't, Father K., we're about to be family. Cami will be like, my step momma! God bless her, my papa adopted six kids. And there is a dog, my uncle, his two kids, my aunt, my other crazy uncle...It's a little nuts," Marcel laughed as Kieran handed him the whiskey.
Kieran held up his glass, "May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face..."
Marcel finished, "...the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand." They both drank deeply.
"How is your father these days? My niece speaks of him as if he is Pope John Paul II," Kieran grimaced.
"Father, he's changed. He's not the man he used to be. I swear to you, she is safe. He's a great father to those kids. She is in good hands. Klaus would rip the world apart before he would let anyone hurt her," Marcel intoned.
Kieran nodded, "Good to hear. Cami has devoted her life to helping people. And I've spent my life trying to spare her this, the supernatural, then, she runs into your papa and fell in love the second she laid eyes on him. I could hear it in her voice. A storm is coming, Marcel. I can feel it in my bones. I don't know if the levees will hold."
"There's always a storm, Father K., We can weather it together. The factions have to be strong. The Guerrera hid in plain sight for almost a hundred years. Three of those kids my papa adopted are half Guerrera and now, now they have become hybrids. They are on our side. We might need every fighter we got to fight them, but we will win. We have to. Because if those Guerrera's take over...," Marcel drifted off.
"They will kill us all," Father Kieran finished. He poured them more whiskey.
Early Tuesday Morning
December 28, 2010
Rebekah got up and saw that Marcel hadn't come home. She checked her cell and didn't see any messages. She called, no answer.
"That must be some faction meeting," she muttered to herself.
Rebekah turned to go back to sleep when she heard a laugh.
"What in the bloody hell?" Rebekah said. She vamped toward the sound.
"Davina Clair Gerald-Mikaelson! What are you doing?" Rebekah shouted.
Davina was coming in through the kitchen door. She saw Josh standing outside.
"Joshua, get in here. You are busted as well. Don't make me chase you. I am an Original vampire and you cannot win," Rebekah stated simply.
"We can express, I mean explain," Davina giggled.
"Oh bloody hell, are you pissed?" Rebekah asked in horror.
"No, I'm not mad, Mommy. Are you?" Davina laughed harder.
"I mean, drunk! Are you drunk? Joshua, did you take our girl out and get her bloody drunk? While she's grounded?" Rebekah shouted.
"She said she'd make me a daylight ring," Josh admitted.
"Josh, I know you are new, but you are daft. Just wait until Marcel gets home," Rebekah thundered.
"Sorry, ma'am," Josh whispered.
"You will be. Now have a seat and do not move. I'm going to put Davina to bed. I'll be back," Rebekah ordered.
"Am I in trouble?" Davina whined.
"You most certainly are, young lady. But I think we'll wait until you are nice and sober to tan the naughtiness out of you. Come on. Josh, I can compel you to stay, but I am going to trust you to stay here like a big boy and wait for Marcel," Rebekah said.
Rebekah ended up picking up Davina and carrying her upstairs and putting her to bed on her side. She didn't want her choking on her own vomit in the middle of the night. Fifteen and already drunk? Rebekah was fuming.
"I will. I promise. Sorry," Josh blurted out. Did she just say 'like a big boy?' Josh felt like a little boy getting scolded and he was scared. Would Marcel put him in this garden? Would he kill him? Maybe Josh should just sneak out? He stood.
"Josh, my man, whatcha still doing here?" Marcel boomed.
"Ah, hi, sir. I, we, might have gotten in a little trouble tonight. Mrs., Miss Mikaelson told me to sit here and wait for you," Josh admitted.
"Is Davina alright?" Marcel thundered.
"She's fine, but drunk," Josh whispered.
"Drunk! Are you kidding me?" Marcel yelled.
"I'm sorry. She told me she'd make me a daylight right if I took her out and she got really wild. I didn't realize she was even drinking until it was too late," Josh confessed.
"Josh, wait here," Marcel's voice was deadly serious. Marcel vamped up to make sure that Davina was okay. Rebekah was in her room and was going to sit there and make sure she was okay. Marcel told Rebekah he was going to deal with Josh.
Marcel vamped back down and said, "She's sleeping it off. Now, follow me." Marcel led Josh to his study.
"Yes, sir," Josh trembled and followed Marcel with his head down. Marcel sat behind his desk and had Josh stand in front of his desk.
"I know you know about the garden. But did you know we also practice corporal punishment on newer vampires?" Marcel asked.
"Corporal punishment? Oh my god, I don't want to die! Please, it was a mistake," Josh cried.
"Josh, no, I'm not going to kill you, you moron, but I am going to put you over my knee, so to speak," Marcel warned.
Josh exhaled, "Oh, sorry, I always get the two mixed up. I thought you were going to execute me."
"You might wish for that when I'm heating up your backside. Josh, did you know my little girl was already being punished?" Marcel asked.
"Yes, sir," Josh answered.
"Yet, you helped her disobey us and possibly get alcohol poisoning. Did you know Davina is a Harvest witch whose own coven wanted to execute her? If a number of witches came after her, they could easily kill her and overpower her," Marcel lectured.
"I'm sorry, I had no idea," Josh was on the verge of tears.
"Josh, I can tell you are sorry. I usually don't do it like this, but I'm guessing you never got spanked before," Marcel announced.
"Never. How did you know?" Josh asked surprised.
"Call it a sign of the times. Things were a little different in my day so I got my butt lit up plenty hence my old fashioned approach to managing my crew of vampires. I find that a spanking is a better deterrent than harsher and more destructive punishments, like death. So I want you to take down you pants and come over here," Marcel demanded.
Josh felt like he was in a nightmare and that this couldn't be happening to him. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants and zipper. He dropped his jeans to his knees and then hobbled over to where Marcel was sitting in an armless chair. If he wasn't already dead, he would die of humiliation.
"Josh, vampires heal much faster. But sadly for you, my aunt is a witch who makes a nasty little vervain salve that slows healing and makes a spanking really sting and sink in. She just made me some for Christmas. Those boxers need to come down," Marcel said indicating them. Josh pulled his boxers down to right below his backside.
Marcel pulled Josh over his lap leaving his bottom upturned over Marcel's lap. Josh was tall enough that his feet with touching the ground.
"This might sting but keep your feet on the floor and do not reach back or those will cost you extra swats," Marcel used a rag to apply the salve. Freya told him not to get it on his hands or they would burn and not heal. Josh was holding still. Marcel could tell his was nervous and already crying.
"Josh, man, you better save those tears cause you're gonna need them. I am going to use this old butter paddle I found in a box of junk from the kitchen. It's going to smart and I think after this, you are going to make better decisions," Marcel predicted.
Marcel opened the drawer of his desk to retrieve the rounded wooden instrument and lined it up on Josh's rear. He tapped it a few times and then smacked it down on Josh's right cheek. Pop!
"Ouch!" Josh was unprepared for the sting. The first swat seemed to knock the breath out of Josh for a moment.
Pop! Marcel swatted Josh's left cheek. He thrashed and tried to get up. Marcel was holding him down with his left arm. He encircled Josh's waist and pulled the young vampire in closer to him. Gripping him more tightly, Marcel began to swat Josh from cheek to check in the same spot in a steady rhythm. pop. pop. pop. pop. pop.
For a few moments, Josh was under control, but the burning sensation quickly escalated and he tried to bounce off Marcel's lap.
pop. pop. pop. pop.
"I'm really sorry! I-I won't do it a-again. I swear," Josh cried.
"Josh, buddy, take it easy. I know this is your first paddling, but I'm just warming you up, okay. Let's take a break," Marcel smoothed the butter paddle over Josh's warm cheeks for a moment. Josh was squirming and crying. His backside was slightly rosy, not red. Marcel was careful not to touch the salve with his hand.
"It was a m-mistake," Josh sobbed.
"I know you're sorry, Josh. I can tell you know you made a mistake. You are getting punished and then I'm going to forgive you, okay?" Marcel said. Josh did not respond. Marcel popped his bottom across both cheeks a little firmer. Josh screamed and his legs shot out. Pop!
"Y-Yess, I understand," Josh yelped as Marcel spanked him in the same spot. Pop!
Marcel rubbed his rear end again.
"Try to keep your legs down," Marcel lifted his left knee to gain more access to Josh's backside. He tightened his grip and patted Josh's behind with the paddle. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Marcel began to paddle Josh in a random pattern on his sit spots and all over until Josh was kicking and begging for an end to the stinging smacks. Josh did try to stop Marcel by folding his legs up until Marcel readjusted him finally to pin his right leg over Josh's legs.
"Please, Marcel, s-stttooppp," Josh wept. Marcel kept up the paddling until Josh's rear was a solid red. Thought he had not swatted him hard at all, the culminating taps eventually left Josh's entire backside sore and throbbing. Marcel had only paddled him a total of three to four minutes, but for Josh, those were the longest minutes of his life.
"All done, Josh. You did real good. All done, buddy. All forgiven. I know you learned your lesson and I'm not going to have to paddle you like this for a good long time," Marcel lectured. He was rubbing circles on Josh's back.
"Never again, M-Marcel. I'll behave, no more," Josh's ears rang. The room felt weirdly quiet after the loud smacks of the paddle connecting with his bare seat and his panicked cries.
Josh was still weepy. Marcel carefully slid up Josh's boxers.
"Okay, let's get you up, Joshua. Here, we need to wipe your face," Marcel said giving him a handkerchief. Josh blew his nose and wipes his face.
"Good boy. You can keep that," Marcel said with a laugh referring to the handkerchief.
"Thanks, Marcel. I'm sorry I let you down. It won't happen again," Josh promised.
"Come here, buddy," Marcel pulled a crying Josh onto his lap and patted his back.
"Don't be embarrassed, I just paddled your bare butt a solid red. It's okay to get a little hug after. It's not every day you get your first spanking," Marcel said pulling him in tighter.
"It hurt more than I ever imagined," Josh admitted finally calming down and now just hiccuping. Marcel helped him stand up.
"Yeah, I've been there, man. But I guarantee the next time I give you an order, you will obey, correct?" Marcel asked looking Josh in the eye.
"Oh yeah, yes, sir, will this cream wear off?" Josh asked starting to rub his boxer covered seat. He very gingerly pulled up his jeans.
"Tell you what, you can take a bedroom upstairs, shower, wash that stuff off and go to bed. I'll get your some pajamas, okay? Josh, when you became one of my guys, you became part of our family. So even if screwing up gets you a sore butt, we won't turn our backs on you. I know it stings, but once you wash that off, you will heal. Now as part of your punishment, no blood until breakfast, which may leave you sleeping on your stomach, but once you feed, you'll be as good as new," Marcel explained.
"Thanks, Marcel. I felt horrible when I realized Davina was drinking. Now, I'm sore and my head is achy from crying, but I feel, better somehow. Just kind of embarrassed that I cried so much, but better overall," Josh said in amazement.
"There's no room for embarrassment here. New vampires make mistakes, Josh. It's harder to think clearly when you are first turned and some of this is my fault. I know Davina can be 'persuasive." I should have warned you. So let's get you situated upstairs and get to sleep. In the morning, I know a young witch who also has an appointment over my knee," Marcel said guiding Josh out of the room.
Eve watched the sun rise on the water. There were twenty new wolves that came yesterday. She took care of them the best that she could. They were looking to her for leadership and answers. She couldn't give them what they wanted or needed. Plus, a gathering of wolves that large was dangerous and might attract attention.
Eve didn't think she could wait until the full moon to consult with the rest of her Crescent pack. She wondered if she could find Mary. Mary might be able to help, yet she didn't want to leave these baby wolves here.
Eve would wait another day and see if she got a sign. A sign of what she needed to do for her pack. For she knew that the story of the Crescent wolves was not over, it was just beginning.