Pairing: Jackson/Oliver-hand (mild)
Marcel-Rebekah/Davina (MF/f)-hand, paddle
"I do not want a husband who honors me as a queen, if he does not love me as a woman."
– Elizabeth I
Louisiana Bayou
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Late Evening
Mary came in to say goodnight to Aiden, Tommy, and Jackson. They were all crammed in the one double bed so Jackson figured it was her way of letting him know she was done with Ollie. Tommy was already fast asleep.
Aiden told Jackson about his night with Josh.
"I think he might like me, too, Jackson. I know it's odd, a wolf and a vamp, but he's different. I guess I am too 'round here," Aiden smiled.
Jackson's heart went out to his lovestruck friend. Aiden never had a bad word to say about anyone and Ollie was way out of line calling Josh "light in the loafers" or whatever the hell he had said, Jackson fumed.
"Aiden, I know you didn't want to say nothing 'bout what you told me, but I know Ollie knows and he thinks he's funny. He ain't. I'm gonna make that clear right now, okay?" Jackson said getting up from the bed.
"Jack, come on, your grandma already licked him. Ain't he had enough?" Aiden said softly.
"Aiden, you are too good for this world. He can't mouth off like that to you and Josh and get away with it. Just go to sleep and let me take care of it," Jackson promised solemnly.
Jackson crept to the room he shared with Ollie, the oil lamp was turned low. He could see Ollie lying face down on the bed they shared. Ollie turned his head.
"Jack, I got wore out with the fly swatter, of all things," Oliver revealed.
Jackson was surprised, "No shit. I thought for sure you'd get the strap after the stupid ass shit you pulled tonight."
"Me, too. But the fly swatter hurts a hell of a lot worse on the bare. Believe me," Oliver said with emotion. Oliver flipped down the sheets a little and rubbed his still sore backside a minute.
Jackson steeled himself not to feel pity for his friend, he still had something to say to him. Even with their werewolf healing, his butt still looked red in the dim light of the lamp.
Jackson went and sat on the side of the bed.
"Hey Ollie, you know Aiden is gay, right? I mean he likes guys," Jackson said abruptly.
"Yes, man. I knowed that since we was kids, I don't care. I was just messing with that guy," Oliver confessed laughing to himself.
Jackson's face colored, in a spurt of anger, he brought the flat of his palm down on Ollie's pink backside sharply. Crack! Crack! Crack!
The smacks were loud in the small room.
"Jack, what'd you go and do that for? That hurt," Ollie cried rubbing the sore spots.
"That was for bullying Josh and saying that shit. Ollie, it ain't funny and the next time you see him you're gonna say you're sorry, you hear," Jackson threatened. Smack!
"Yes, just stop. My butt is already sore. What is it with you and your family? Good Lord, you and your kin got a hard hand," Ollie moaned clutching his rear end.
Smack! Smack!
"I mean it, Ollie. No more talk like that or I swear I will-, Jackson started.
"I get it. I get it. I'm sorry, okay? Just stop," Ollie had pulled up his pants and turned to the side. Jackson gave him a towel off the floor to wipe his face and nose.
Jackson got into the bed with his back to Ollie, still a little mad and not sure what to say next. Ollie was trying again to rub out the now reactivated throb in his sore cheeks. It took a lot to get Jackson this riled up so his knew he had screwed up bad. Aiden was an easy target for Ollie because he never tried to defend himself, but he shouldn't have to with his own friends.
"Jack, don't be pissed. You know I don't mean half the shit I say. I'll talk to Aiden and then that guy when I see him. Just don't tell him you smacked my bare ass, okay? I mean, twice in one night? My reputation is gonna be shot," Ollie pleaded jokingly, still rubbing.
Jackson turned to him, "Sorry, I lost it a little. It ain't my place to spank you, even if you deserve it. I just hate to see Aiden's feeling hurt. You know what it's like for him here. If his best friends can't be there for him...,"
"I know. I will be. I don't care what other folks say, it's Aiden, man," Oliver stated.
"Yeah. And can we talk about you almost getting torn apart tonight?" Jackson continued to whisper.
"No, I learned that lesson. Can we just go to sleep? I don't want Mary busting in here with that fly swatter again or something worse. I ain't playin'," Oliver warned.
"Damn, I ain't never seen you so scared of getting a whippin' before. She's gonna turn you into a perfect little wolf, ain't she? I never thought I would see the day...," Jackson mused.
"Wait til you get it on the bare butt with that thing!" Ollie hissed.
"I ain't gonna. Goodnight. Make sure you talk to Aiden, okay?" Jackson reminded.
"Yes, sirrr," Ollie said before they fell asleep.
Louisiana Bayou
Friday, December 31, 2010
Morning
Hayley didn't know where else to go. She was only 16, but she had triggered her curse when she defended herself against a foster brother who tried to attack her.
Modeste asked, "How come you were in the system?"
"That's what I came here to find out. I was adopted and my parents must have been Crescents. I have the mark. That's all I know," Hayley admitted.
Modeste pressed,"You mean, all you know is that you're a Crescent?"
"Yup. I didn't even know I was a werewolf until I turned on the full moon after I triggered. I was in a foster home then where they just collected the checks and didn't really care if we came or went, so I was at a friend's when I turned. Luckily, it was out in the boonies," Hayley smiled.
"Wait, so you killed your foster brother and they put you in another foster home?" Modeste questioned.
"Yeah, the guy I killed had a long record for violence. It was ruled self-defense. I just wish I could have killed him before he hurt all those other people. They couldn't figure out how a girl like me managed to break his neck, but I was always an anger kid so they didn't look too hard. After turning, I found myself here," Hayley explained.
"Wow, your story is more exciting than mine. My family was wiped out by another pack because we never learned to fight. I don't want that to happen to me. I was hoping to learn how to survive here, to fight," Modeste admitted.
"I just want to find my family, but no one will tell me anything. It's like there is some secret they don't want me to find out. I don't even know if Hayley Marshall is my real name. Maybe I should just give up? But where do I go? I'm a high school drop out who has zero family and no real pack," Hayley declared.
Eve emerged from behind the tent. She thought she heard a name that she never thought she would hear again. Surely, the baby had dead long ago?
"Did you say you go by 'Hayley Marshall'?" Eve asked in wonder.
"Yes, ma'am. That's the name on my birth certificate," Hayley said.
"Oh my, it's you then. Andrea Labonair!" Eve said quietly.
"Andrea? That's my real name. Are you my mom?" Hayley asked.
"No child. Your parents are dead, but...," Eve started but couldn't go on.
"What, ma'am? Please tell me," Hayley pressed.
"You were supposed to be our... queen. If it really is you, you were supposed to marry the alpha and unite the packs," Eve gushed.
"Me? That's ridiculous. Unite the packs? Be a queen? I didn't even know there was such a thing," Hayley scoffed.
Modesta blurted, "And who is the alpha?"
Eve shrugged, "The alpha must rise. No one can truly know who the king is until he proves himself. Hopefully, it will be soon. Hayley, in our prophesy, you must unite the clans or it will be the end of the wolves for good. The queen must sacrifice her freedom for her people."
Hayley smiled,"Look, lady, I'm just a foster kid that no one has ever given a crap about. I thought I wanted to know about my parents, but maybe they were worthless assholes. I don't even care. If I was really a queen, why was I thrown away like a piece of garbage. Your stupid prophesy is wrong."
Hayley picked up her backpack and took off.
Modeste went to stop her, Eve said, "Let her go. She'll be back soon enough."
Modest blurted, "I think I might know who the alpha is."
Bayou near Mary's house
The boys went hunting in the afternoon for deer. Tommy trailed behind examining some tracks he found in the mud.
Ollie cleared his throat and looked at Jackson for support. Jackson nodded. He knew this was hard for Ollie, but he was serious about whupping Ollie's ass if he wasn't man enough to apologize for his slurs and comments to Aiden and Josh.
"Aiden, I ah, just wanted to say that, ah, I didn't mean what I said yesterday about yer friend Josh. You know, I'm cool with you, no matter what, okay," Oliver stammered.
"Oh, I didn't know that actually, but thanks Oliver. It means a lot to me. Really, thanks," Aiden smiled.
"Sorry, I was an asshole," Oliver added bashfully.
"No, Oliver, it's fine. Really," Aiden replied.
"Aiden, you can admit when he's an asshole. You know I do," Jackson laughed putting his arms around both of them.
"Jack, are we headed towards the camp again?" Oliver asked.
"Ah, yeah, there is something I want to check out," Jackson stammered.
"Does she have brown hair, brown eyes and a 'I'll kick your ass' expression?" Oliver asked playfully.
"Maybe!" Jackson laughed.
"You take that one. I think Modeste likes me," Oliver boasted.
"You are full of shit! In your dreams maybe," Jackson said laughing hard.
Tommy, usually quiet, called, "Guys, I found something."
Aiden ran over to his younger brother, "What, Tommy?"
"It looks like footsteps. Someone is injured," Tommy indicated.
Mystic Falls, Virginia
Monday, January 1, 2011
New Year's Day
Afternoon
The plane ride home was very tense. Davina wasn't speaking much to either Marcel or Rebekah. Sean had decided to stay longer to spend time with his sister and her new family. He would fly home commercial.
"Here's your phone, Davina," Rebekah said tiredly.
"Thanks," Davina muttered.
"I said I'd give it back to you today. With everything else going on, I almost forgot about it," Rebekah admitted.
Marcel said, "Let me look at that bite. If Penny bit you, wouldn't you have venom marks?"
"Well, I'm not a vampire so I don't know. I mean, when wolves attack humans, they usually rip us apart," Davina said dryly letting Marcel see her neck.
"It looks like a regular vamp bite to me," Marcel announced.
"Do you guys even care?" Davina grumped.
Rebekah looked at her sadly, "Davina, we know you are angry and we're not thrilled with you either, but we still love you."
Davina started to cry and Marcel put his arm around her. Rebekah moved over and stoked Davina's hair.
"In a thousand years, today was one of the ugliest scenes we've had. I feel like we're responsible, Marcel. We're the ones who blamed Kol in the first place," Rebekah admitted.
"'We'? It was more like me. I'll call Kol in the morning and apologize. Davina, he's going to be okay. He's not in trouble and really, they will make it up to him. We've had hard times before and families forgive each other," Marcel said softly.
Rebekah mouthed, "Wolf bite." Recalling how Klaus bit Kol one time in the 1910s after a tiff with Marcel. Marcel nodded.
"I just can't stand it when they are mean to him. When Elijah was hitting him, I can still hear the sound," Davina wept.
Rebekah winced, "That's not Elijah...I mean, not like him...and he was wrong to do that. But like Marcel said, Originals heal even faster than other vampires. We all got worse beatings when we were human, to tell you the truth. But that's not the point. I think the thing to do now is move on."
"Am I in trouble? Dad already punished me," Davina maintained.
"Oh no, those little taps with the hairbrush that I gave you were certainly not your punishment, young lady," Marcel informed her sternly.
"Dad and I will talk about it when we get home," Rebekah said firmly.
"I just want to know," Davina groaned.
"I know, but sweetheart, we haven't decided yet, so settle down and relax. We should land in 45 minutes. Try to go to sleep," Rebekah said exchanging a look with Marcel. They had a lot to talk about.
New Orleans
The Compound
Late Afternoon
Davina threw down her suitcase and called Josh as soon as she got in her room.
"Hey, are you back?" Josh asked.
"Yes, it was the best trip until it became the worse! I'm in trouble again," Davina moaned.
"NO! You better not be. I met the cutest boy in the Bayou and I wanted you to meet him. Are you grounded again?" Josh asked.
"I don't know. Probably. They are coming up to tell him after they 'discuss' it. I literally just got my phone back. They act like I'm a juvenile delinquent. Shit, they're coming. I'll try to call you back," Davina said hanging up and shoving the phone under her pillow.
Davina heard the knock and yelled come in.
Marcel and Rebekah looked somber. Were they going to send her away?
They both sat down in chairs they pulled over.
"Okay, so we discussed your punishment. Your attitude has not been good in a few weeks, but we've been giving you leeway due to having to move down here again and the whole situation with the Guerreras. But that is over, no more leeway for the disrespect and talking back," Marcel started.
"Okay," Davina said softly.
"We are going to send you to a therapist to talk about all these feeling you are having about Kol and your relationship with him. This is not a bad thing, and we can even go with you to therapy if you want, but you and Kol are borderline obsessed with each other," Rebekah started.
"That's not fair. Like you two weren't obsessed with each other, too! If anyone can understand, I thought it would be the two of you," Davina shouted.
"D., you are moving into being real disrespectful right now. We are talking about you. This is to help you, okay? Will you give it a try?" Marcel asked.
"Fineeee. What else?" Davina snapped.
"This is the type of tone and attitude I don't like. Let's try that again," Rebekah said patiently.
"Okay, I will go to therapy. Can you please tell me the rest of my punishment?" Davina asked stiffly.
Marcel still wasn't satisfied with the tone, but they had learned to let a lot go and to pick their battles carefully.
"For using your magic today to hurt people, disobeying us about spending time alone with Kol last night, and quite frankly, this attitude problem, we think you're long overdue for a spanking," Marcel revealed.
Davina was surprised, "It's not fair. I already got it today, I'm too old. Can I just get grounded?"
"D., we've been letting a lot go. We grounded you before and snuck out. You are going to go to bed tonight with a new attitude. No grounding, you can keep your phone, but we're not going to go easy on you, like I usually do," Marcel insisted.
"We don't like this either, Davina. But we don't know what else to do with you. We won't let you throw about your life or misuse your magic. Do you know how hard we are trying to help you make good choices?" Rebekah asked.
Davina nodded. She didn't want to get grounded again or lose her phone, but when Marcel said they weren't going easy on her, that made her nervous. He had never really been hard on her.
Marcel stood up and moved the chair he was sitting at nearer to a trunk that was at the foot of her bed. Marcel put his foot on the trunk to keep his leg higher.
"Okay, let's get this over with, D.," Marcel said sadly. Davina dragged her feet over.
"I didn't mean to hurt anyone today, I just wanted him to stop...," Davina uttered.
"I know, but do you know what it's like to be rolling around on the ground like your head is going to explode? Not very pleasant. Bend over," Marcel said guiding her over his left leg. Davina's feet were still on the floor and she gripped onto Marcel's leg to steady herself.
Marcel began to swat her firm over her jean's with his hand. He really hated doing this, but hoped that they could start again after with a clean slate. He smacked down firmly every few seconds in a random pattern over her backside.
"We're going to start fresh tomorrow. I know you can behave like the person you want to be. No more of these petty misbehaviors. You're better than that. No more free passes with the attitude. You are respectful or you will find yourself in the corner or popped on the bottom, you got me?" Marcel lectured.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Yeah!" Davina yelped as he swatted her thigh.
"Try again, D.," Marcel demanded.
"Yes, D-Daddy, no more attitude. Ouchy...Ah, I g-got it," Davina groaned.
Marcel kept up the steady pace and spanked her for another two minutes. Marcel raised his left leg to get more access to her backside. He wanted her to feel this and take the message to heart.
The moderately hard smacks built up into a culminating burn. Davina's feet began to tap on the floor a little more with each passing second. Marcel cracked her behind another minute until she was shifting and trying to jerk off his lap.
"What's going to change around here?" Marcel asked still swatting.
"I will not talk b-back or curse. I will listen and do what I'm told to do," Davina promised, wiggling and now trying to get up.
"This is just your warm-up. Mom is going to give you the rest of your spanking. What is going to happen if you get smart or too sassy for your own good?" Marcel said smacking now in the area of the center of her behind.
"I get s-spanked or p-put in the corner," Davina sputtered.
"Those are punishments for when you behave like a little kid, you might get put to bed early or lose your 'toys.' We tried treating you like a big girl and you didn't listen any better, did you?" Marcel scolded.
"I will! I s-swear, I'll s-show you," Davina vowed.
Marcel stopped and stood her up.
"No rubbing. Honey, we want you to act like a mature person so we can treat you like one. We have to be able to trust you and see that change and then you will have more adult privileges," Marcel assured her.
"Okay," Davina said fighting to keep her hands at her sides.
"Can I have a hug?" Marcel asked standing up.
Davina melted into his arm and began to sob against his chest. He sat down and pulled her on his lap.
"I love you and I'm sorry I had to do that. Now I'm going to sit you in the corner to settle down before your next spanking. I'll be back to tuck you in," Marcel said.
Marcel carried Davina over to another wooden chair that he moved facing the corner, he sat her down in it after giving her a handkerchief for her face.
Rebekah had vamped down to Marcel's office and grabbed the old butter paddle. She was going to use her hand, but they thought maybe a few whacks at the end of Davina's spanking would make an impression on her. What they didn't want to tell Davina is that anyone else who used magic on Originals like that, would never have survived to tell the tale. Many had died for much less.
Rebekah realized that the talking back and defiance had reached a point that she could not longer ignore. They simply had to nip this behavior in the bud, or butt rather, Rebekah thought.
Marcel kissed Rebekah and walked out. They didn't think it was appropriate for Marcel to be in here when Rebekah bared Davina's backside. Rebekah saw Davina shifting around on the chair in the corner, but she didn't think that Marcel was spanking her all that hard. After another few minutes in the corner, Rebekah called Davina to her.
Rebekah got up and sat on the bed. Davina's eyes got wide when she saw the vintage wooden paddle. It was about 9 inches long and 5 inches across. It was an inch thick.
"The cook we used to have here actually used this to make butter, but as you will find out, it has other uses," Rebekah said calmly.
"Mommy! Please don't spank me with that. I'm scared," Davina whaled clutching her bottom.
"Davina, come here right now and take off your jeans. I'll decide what to spank you with and how hard. Now quit fussing until you want me to start adding on swats," Rebekah said firmly.
Davina started to have second thoughts about cooperating. Rebekah grabbed her by the arm and turned her to the side to smack her behind once hard. Davina made a whining noise in her throat, but Rebekah pulled her closer.
Crack!
"Ahhh!" Davina wailed.
"Next extra will be with the paddle," Rebekah promised.
Davina started to try to squirm away. Rebekah picked up the paddle and smacked it down firmly on the center of Davina's backside. Pop!
"Now, stop. Because these don't count," Rebekah cautioned.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Davina was alarmed at the sting over her jeans and underwear.
"Please, mom. It hurts! Don't," Davina begged.
Rebekah unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. Davina tried to hold up her pants and Rebekah swatted her again with the flat of her hand.
"This is your last warning. Stop fighting me or it's just going to be worse," Rebekah threatened.
"I'm trying," Davina said trying to calm down.
"Thank you, luv. That's better," Rebekah said pulling down her underwear to meet her jeans at Davina's knees. Rebekah flipped her over her left leg and threw her right leg over.
"Put your hands behind your back for me," Rebekah said.
Davina took a deep breath and did it. Rebekah held her hands behind her back.
"Thank you. See, that's not too bad. I'm going to start and I want you to think of how you can start listening better," Rebekah said.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rebekah relit the fire Marcel had started. Her hand felt harder to Davina, more unyielding. Davina couldn't move much or kick. All she could concentrate on were the rhythmic smacks that came every few seconds randomly.
"Sweetheart, you could have been in a lot of danger today using your magic like that. I know your heart was in the right place. But Kol doesn't need you to fight his battles for him. Believe me, if they haven't already made up, they will soon. Siblings fight, he'll be alright," Rebekah shared.
"Okay, I-I get it. I learned my l-lesson," Davina begged.
"When we tell you something, from now on, you listen the first time or you'll be right back here in this position. We don't like spanking you, but you're not listening. I know you are young and powerful, but witches in this town die just as easily as baby vamps without daylight rings. You need to listen to us to keep you safe," Rebekah went on.
Davina was crying again. Rebekah picked up the small, but dense paddle.
"I'm going to give you five with the paddle. If we have to spank for the same thing, you're going to get a lot more," Rebekah promised.
Davina sobbed and begged to not be paddled, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Each swat left a red mark on Davina's now pink backside although Rebekah was careful not to use too much force.
Davina's breath caught and she broke out into a fresh wave of tears of relief when it was over.
"Okay, no more. You're okay," Rebekah said in a hushed tone.
Rebekah put the paddle on the bed. She released Davina's hands and unlocked her leg. Rebekah rubbed Davina's back and helped her up when she was ready.
"Why don't you just change for bed?" Rebekah suggested.
Davina found a long nightshirt and put that on.
"Davina, look at me. You scared us today. You could have been killed the second you unleashed that magic. If you weren't a family member...My brothers will forgive you this time, but you can never do that again. Ever," Rebekah cautioned.
"I'm sorry. I guess I did know it was wrong even at the time. If someone was mortal, I could have killed them," Davina realized.
"Yes, but you didn't. Let me see your neck again," Rebekah asked.
"I can't remember anything about it," Davina said.
"Okay, do you want to come down or rest up here. Marcel probably ordered the food by now," Rebekah smiled.
"Rest here. On my stomach," Davina emphasized.
Rebekah smiled and hugged her, "Happy bloody New Year, huh?"