Pairing: Coach/Aiden-Oliver-Jackson (M/mmm) paddle
Tuesday, January 9, 2011
9pm
Marcel ushered Hayley into the compound.
"Hi, who's this?" Rebekah said.
"Hayley, this is Rebekah. Rebekah, this is Hayley. She's gonna been coming to Mystic Falls with us," Marcel proclaimed.
"What? Mystic Falls? Marcel, what's going on?" Rebekah asked in shock.
"It's not good. The siphon witches are already there. Something is going on," Marcel reported.
"Oh my, I hate to add fuel to the fire, but Davina has been shut up in her room. She won't tell me what's going on," Rebekah said. Rebekah was thinking that she and Davina couldn't up and leave for Mystic Falls now. Davina had school.
"Um, Diego is calling. Let me take this. Hayley, fill in Rebekah as she gets you settled in," Marcel said taking the call.
"Come on, dear. Let's get you into the spare bedroom. Then, maybe you can tell me why my daughter has been locked in her room all night," Rebekah said heading upstairs.
"It's kind of a long story. And ma'am, I hope you don't get real upset with her because all she was trying to do was help us wolves. That's all. If you don't mind me saying, you're real pretty," Hayley said shyly. She usually didn't feel intimidated, but the blond who spoke with an accent was unlike anyone she had ever met before.
"Ah, thank you, luv. You know, you are stunning yourself. With your bone structure and those eyes, you could be a model. Did anyone ever tell you that?" Rebekah said opening the door to the room that was Marcel's old bedroom in the 1900s.
"No, ma'am. No one. Whoa, this room is real neat. Is all this stuff antiques?" Hayley gasped looking around. She hadn't ever seen Persian carpets, real oil paintings of horses, and all these elaborate lamps and furnishings.
"Oh, this old stuff. Marcel is so sentimental. He won't let me redecorate this room. It reminds him of old times. The old fool. I hope you don't have allergies. Now, is this all the things you brought?" Rebekah asked with concern.
"Yes, ma'am. I was a foster kid and then I ran away. The stuff I have is just clothes they gave me in the Bayou. Mary, the lady I stayed with, bought me new jeans and some shirts though," Hayley said. Mary had tried to buy her more, but Hayley knew how tight money was and wouldn't let her.
"Um, Hayley, first of all. Call me Rebekah. Just because I'm as old as mountains, doesn't mean I want to feel like it. But back to the clothes, I think we might be around the same size. Come take a quick peek at one of my closets," Rebekah giggled.
Hayley also passed out when she said the amount of clothing, shoes, and accessories that Rebekah had amassed in just one closet. Rebekah made a big pile of stuff for Hayley to try on in her room, assuring her that she could have or borrow anything she wanted. Hayley was overwhelmed.
"What's wrong, honey?" Rebekah said.
"Nothing, ma'am, I mean, Rebekah, I just never had a dress before. Or really anything pretty. This is all real nice of you," Hayley admitted.
Rebekah grabbed her hands tightly, "Luv, you should have all the dresses you want. Do you hear me? Anything you need, we'll get for you. I know Marcel feels terrible about you not getting adopted into a family like he had intended. Please let us make it up to you."
"Thanks," Hayley smiled.
"Not that we can make up for 15 years of foster care, but you know what I mean," Rebekah corrected. She could see the pain in this girl's eyes.
"You're so nice, too. Pretty and nice and rich. I only thought people like you was on tv," Hayley admitted.
"Oh stop, you. Before I start giving you my jewels, too. Now, can you tell me about what Davina did. I appreciate you putting in a good word for her, but our daughter seems to have a way of getting herself in hot water," Rebekah explained.
Davina started with Josh wanting to protect Aiden and ended up them stealing the stones from the Indian burial grounds.
"I forgot to call the school to pretend like we were sick and we got busted for skipping. So Jack, he's Mary's grandson, is like perfect and cannot lie so...Aiden, Josh's boyfriend, just confessed the trust to Mary. Marcel showed up and she told him the truth about the rings. He made a deal that the wolves could have the rings only if we agreed to stay in the Bayou and not breech the city limits-ever," Hayley finished.
"Oh, that's not good for Josh and Aiden," Rebekah revealed.
"Not at all, but since a siphon vamp killed Modeste and attacked me, I guess we've all been on edge. Sacrifices may need to be made," Hayley ruminated.
"So Davina got blood from Mystic Falls and these stones from Josh?" Rebekah clarified.
"Hi," Davina said from the doorway,"Sorry, I did a listening spell."
Rebekah hugged her, "Luv, you were trying to help, but you got yourself in a lot of trouble with Dad, you know that?"
Davina said hi to Hayley.
Hayley offered, "Davina, thank you so much from us. I know you put yourself out there. Maybe we should have just trusted the adults to listen to our plan? I'm sorry if we didn't trust you when we should have."
Rebekah was skeptical, "I'm not sure the adults would have listened, dear. Really, it's easy to say no before to really make a hard decision after. I wish you would have come to me and I would have tried to negotiate for you."
Davina pouted, "It's too late, Mom. Josh and I are dead. Dad is gonna hate us."
"Stop it! You know that's not true. But you lied and could have put the alliance of all the factions in jeopardy. Davina, do you realize that not all witches have the power to do this spell? Was this my mother's spell? It has got to be a powerful one," Rebekah pressed.
"I think Bonnie got it from Uncle Elijah? I'm not sure. Mommy, I'm scared. Dad told me we'll talk about it later, but he could barely look at me," Davina uttered.
"Davina, I'm sure he's very hurt. Let's just give him a little time. I'll talk to him. How would you feel if you were him and everyone lied to you?" Rebekah asked.
Davina nodded and headed back to her room. She just threw herself on her bed. She wanted to do the right thing and help the wolves, but now she felt like her dad hated her. She knew he didn't, but she didn't like he not being able to talk to her. That had never happened before no matter what she had done.
Rebekah came in an hour later and found Davina still pouting in bed.
"Davina, come downstairs. Hayley and I are going to have dinner and watch some tv. Dad had to go somewhere urgent with Diego, so it's just us," Rebekah urged.
"So he's not coming home tonight?" Davina asked quietly.
"Luv, he feels awful, but something else happened with those siphon witches. He said he didn't have a choice. It's late now, but he'll talk to you after school tomorrow," Hayley explained.
"I don't wanna wait. He's not talking to Josh either," Davina cried.
"He's with Diego, Davina. He's not blowing off, Josh. Just busy. We'll get this all worked out tomorrow," Rebekah promised.
"I can't!" Davina whined.
"Come on, have dinner. It will take your mind off it," Rebekah said.
Davina groaned and go out of bed and followed Rebekah downstairs. They did have some fun and then went to bed. Davina slept better than she expected.
Wednesday, January 10, 2011
The Docks
Guerrera Vault
2am
"So you really think it is the cure?" Marcel asked again.
"Yeah, I do," Diego repeated.
Diego and his guys had been combing through the esoteric contents of the Guerrera vault and found many, many interesting things. In addition to reams of paperwork on the inner workings of their corrupt businesses, they found trunks of treasure and a suitcase with a single vial of what looked like blood.
"I thought it was a myth! How do we even test it?" Marcel said picking up the vial.
"I guess you pick someone who wants to be human. You have to be careful because that person can probably never turn vampire again. According to the records of the lab, the person who becomes human's blood is then a cure for other vampires. Like a font of cure," Diego explained.
"Ugh, being that person would be dangerous," Marcel speculated.
"Yeah, you could say that," Diego agreed.
"Okay, I'll take it. Maybe my dad will know what to do with it. I'm flying to Mystic Falls tomorrow to try to get those siphon vamps captured again," Marcel shared.
"Need me to come, boss?" Diego asked eagerly.
"No, I was hoping you would stay here. I think I'm going to take young Josh. I have a bone to pick with him and I don't trust him to behave himself when I'm not around," Marcel lamented.
"If you don't trust him, let me wall him up in the garden," Diego suggested.
"No, Diego. I think I know a sharper, more direct way to get through to Joshua. Remember, he's not only young in human years, he's a baby vamp, too," Marcel remarked. Marcel knew Diego was a little jealous of how quickly he took Josh under his wing and maybe Diego had a point, but Marcel wasn't going to give up on Josh without a fight.
"Keep digging in this vault. Who knows what other secrets the Guerreras had? Good work, Diego! I'll tell Father Kieran that you are in charge when I'm gone," Marcel said patting him hard on the back.
Wednesday, January 10, 2011
High School
Jackson, Oliver, and Aiden reported to the office right off the bus as Mary told them to do so. They figured they were in enough trouble. But there was also a part that thought she was just trying to scare them and that them skipping one day of school wasn't considered a big deal. They were wrong.
"You boys can have a seat right there and wait for Principal LeBlanc," the secretary frowned.
"She ain't smiling at you today, is she, Ollie?" Jackson pointed out.
"No, she looks like she wanted to kill me herself!" Ollie whispered back.
The boys waited in tense silence for 15 minutes as students, teachers, and school staff buzzed around the school office. Everyone glanced at them with looks of everything from curiosity to amusement to pity.
The bell for the first period class rang and still no principal. Finally, the very busy secretary called over to them.
"He doesn't have time for you this morning. Mr. LeBlanc said to report to the athletic office in your P.E. uniforms and the coach with deal with y'all. Now scoot!"
"Excuse me, ma'am. 'Deal with' us?" Aiden pressed.
"Y'all know what I mean. Now get, before I call over there and tell him to give you an extra lick for the lip," she said sternly.
Any hope Aiden had to plead for mercy was gone, they weren't even going to get a change to prove their innocences, they were doomed.
The three condemned men trotted over to the coach's office quickly.
Aidan whined, "I feel sick."
Oliver added, "We better hit the head first. I need to take a leak."
Jackson agreed,"Good idea."
They quickly used the boys' bathroom that was empty by the office and lightly tapped on the door.
"Come in," a deep voice hollered.
Jackson spoke for, "Hello sir, they sent us here from the office."
"Yeah, I know who y'all are. Why ain't you in your P.E. uniforms?" the gruff middle aged man asked. He had a whistle around his huge neck, a polo shirt that stretched over his beer belly, and shorts on.
"Sir, this is only our third day. We didn't get no uniforms yet," Jackson explained.
"Are you shittin' me? Y'all skipped your second day of school? You boys from the Bayou really think the rules don't apply to you. Well, I'm here to show you they do," the man growled. He started pawing through a box of clothing.
"Here, you can change into these. The required physical education uniform is a jock strap under the shorts, but I don't suppose you have one of those on you. No matter, just lose your jockeys," the big man stated.
Aiden looked up at the guys in terror. He was wearing four pairs of underwear, like Oliver suggested. How was he going to do this without getting found out?
"I'm going to need a witness," the man said.
Aiden took a deep breath, maybe while this coach was out of the room, he would change.
"You, go next door and tell the fellow there that Coach Landry needs him to witness some paddlings," Coach Landry ordered Ollie.
"Yes, sir," Oliver said rushing out.
"Hurry up, son. My next class will be coming in and unless you want them to see this, you need to change," Coach Landry said to Aiden.
"Do we have to change our shirts, too, sir?" Aiden squeaked.
"Yes, it's the required uniform. Hurry up. Now time for modesty. You know when I was in the army, we,-" Coach Landry started until he said Aiden try to slip off four pairs of briefs.
"What in the actual hell, boy!" Coach yelled.
Aiden almost started to cry, "I'm sorry. I never got any swats or even a spankin' before. I was scared."
Jackson just shut his eyes and winced for his friend. Ollie and the younger assistant came in on the scene. Ollie couldn't believe Aiden had actually taken his advice. He had been joking.
"Well, you're long overdue for a licking now! Four fudging pairs of briefs! Are you gawddarn serious? Now, do you see why we use the P.E. uniform? Do you know what the punishment is for doing what you did?" Coach thundered.
"No, sir. I don't," Aiden admitted.
"Another paddling. I hope it was worth it, son," Coach said in a disappointed voice.
"Hi Kyle, thanks for coming. You can see I have my hands full with these miscreants. They thought it was cute to skip their second day of school around here. They are lucky the school board won't let me use my old paddle. Those holes would have made a damn good impression. You're all getting the max today, five swats," Coach informed them.
Jackson finished putting on the nylon shorts and shirt PE uniform and glanced at Ollie. Five! They had never gotten more than three swats at a time and three could be bad. Coach Landry seemed as if he had done this before, this was going to be bad.
"Okay, give me your name. You have to take this form home and bring it back to me signed tomorrow. If I don't get it, I'm going to have to paddle you again. Believe me, you don't want that," Coach said to Jackson.
"No, sir," Jackson said solemnly. He was scared.
The Coach had him bend over and lean on the desk and spread his feet. He also made him grab his private area for safety so "nothing you don't want hit, gets hit." This was a nightmare.
The coach took out a paddle 3/4 of an inch thick and several feet long. The surface was smooth.
"When this piece of solid oak lands, y'all don't move. You do, it don't count. I mean it. I don't want Mr. Crane here to have to hold you in place. I ain't gonna lie, it's gonna hurt. But you boys won't skip school no more," Landry promised.
The coach tapped the heavy paddle against Jackson's backside and brought it down with a thud.
Thwap!
Jackson heard the awful thud and then felt the sting, over the the thin layer of nylon, it was excruciating.
"One!"
Whap!
The coach thundered, "You want to try that again, boy!"
"I'm sorry, one, sir!" Jackson yelped fighting to not pop up.
Thwap.
The next crack landed slightly lower on both cheeks, but evenly.
"Oh god, three...,sir!" Jackson spat. He had never felt agony like this, except for maybe the first lick of the strap on his bare butt once, but that had been a long time ago.
Thud!
"AHHH, um, FOUR, sir!" Jackson shouted out through tears. His eyes were leaking from the pain and he couldn't control it. One more right.
Thwap! This swat landed where the first one had and Jackson cried out.
"Five, sir," He sobbed. Both of his butt checks felt scalded and yet bruised at the same time. If it wasn't for his wolf healing, he didn't think he could have withstood that last swat.
He stayed in position until the coach told him he could go face and wall and put his hands on his head. Jackson was ashamed to be sniffling and have snot dripping down his face. He listened as Ollie got the same punishment, but only got five swats. Ollie joined him in standing against the wall and he could tell Oliver was crying, too. This made Jackson feel better somehow. He knew it shouldn't matter so much, but it did.
Aiden was as white as a cheek.
The big man must have taken some pity on Aiden, who was crying before he got paddled. Aiden still popped up twice and got seven swats of the heavy paddle.
"I am going to put you over my knee and paddle you if you pop up like this tomorrow, mister!" the coach threatened Aiden after.
"Please sir, I'm sorry about the underwear, don't paddle me tomorrow. Can't I get detention?" Aiden wept.
"No, the penalty is another licking. You knew it was wrong, didn't you?" Coach asked.
"Yes, sir," Aiden admitted.
"Okay, then. Tomorrow will be the regular three swats and you better have the jock strap and this P.E. uniform ready to go," Coach warned.
"Yes, sir. Thank you," Aiden said as he wiped his face.
"Okay, boys. You can put your regular clothes on. You can take those uniforms with you. I'm going to give you these slips and if you don't get them signed, I'll be seeing the other two of you also for another dose of the paddle," Coach threatened.
"Yes, Coach. Thank you," Jackson intoned.
"Y'all are lucky that times are so easy. Back in the day we didn't have no swat limit and all this. You can sign the paddle if you want. Here's the marker," Coach added.
Ollie signed and said, "Jackson, ain't that your daddy's name?"
Jackson looked, "I reckon it is."
"Kenner? You don't say. I played football with your old man. See this, that's my name right by his. That's right, before I was a coach and teacher here, I was a player and a student. I was real sorry to hear he had passed on like that. Did you ever considered football?" Coach asked.
"Sorry, Coach. It's just us living with my grandmother. We kinda need to help her at home and all that. Say, what did you and my dad do to get licks?" Jackson wondered as he slipped off the gym clothes and put on his regular clothes. He was relieved that the witness coach had left because he knew that their werewolf healing was kicking in.
"Oh laws, well that time, I think we were real late to practice...Oh hell, we were flirting with the cheerleaders and lost track of time. Our coach caught us right out of the damn shower. See, y'all think you got a sore ass, try getting it on a wet one. We had to stand that night after the game to take our dates out," Coach laughed.
Jackson and the boys smiled.
"So you're living with Mary then?" Coach asked.
"Yes, sir. That's right. All three of us," Jackson answered.
"Okay, well, I'm going to let your buddy Aiden here off with a warning and let you skip the paddling tomorrow. I don't know if Mary has the same policy, but in the olden days, if you got paddled at school...," Coach started.
The boys paled.
"You get spanked at home," Aiden gulped. Although it had never happened to him before, he remembered his parents warning him that he better let them know if he got in trouble at school. He never had, but he was pretty sure, they wouldn't have been happy with him.
"Sorry, boys. But I remember Mary quite well from one time she switched us for stealing..., Never you mind. But what I'm sayin' is you're liable to get another spankin' when you get home and have to get that paper signed. Now, good luck and bring that back in tomorrow. Y'all can go wash your faces and get to class. Nice meeting you. You come see me if you need anything, just make sure I don't have to bust your butts again," Coach said shaking their hands robustly.
The boys went in the bathroom and did wash their faces and check the damage. The solid red area was now tingling and healing rapidly. Coach was an expert paddler and had swatted them all evenly and solidly. They were not bruised, but even with their healing, they would feel the effects of that oak paddle the rest of the day.
Ollie couldn't stop himself from teasing Aiden, "Four pairs, huh? You know I was just kidding you?"
Aiden flushed, "Um, not, I actually didn't Oliver. But for real, guys, let's never skip school again. Josh and Davina are probably in trouble. And you don't think Mary will, um, punish us again, do you?"
"For this?" Jackson asked, "Oh, she definitely will. No doubt about that, brothers. None at all."
"Well, at least Hayley won't get in no trouble, right Jack!" Oliver reasoned.
"Yeah, that's true. At least one of us escaped," Jackson smiled as he rubbed his backside through his pants.
"Hey, soon, we'll be protected in the Bayou and this will be all worth it, right guys?" Aiden thought out.
Oliver agreed, but laughed, "Right, but Aiden I can't help hearing you squeal when you was getting it. AH, AH, AH!"
Jackson joined, "I'm sorry, Aiden. I was crying, but almost laughing. Thinking it was worse than you thought?"
Aiden sheepishly grinned, "About a hundred times! He had to hold me down. I couldn't stay in position. Actually, I think Coach went kinds easy on me, too..."