Pairing: Coach/Ollie (M/m) paddle
New Orleans, Louisiana
French Quarter, The Compound
Friday, January 28, 2011
Early Morning
Marcel crept up to bed feeling drunk and a more than a little depressed. One of the baby vamps ended up driving Josh home. Marcel tossed and turned and finally fell into a fitful sleep until he was awakened by Rebekah's snore. She always snored when she drank wine and popped a few pills, though she would never believe it when he complained about it in the morning. A part of him wondered if she had an alcohol problem. Mostly for vampires, that was bloodlust. Rebekah was in control of that, but it seemed when the stress got to her, she immediately went to the wine to cope.
"Marcel, what's wrong?" Rebekah said waking up from his stirring.
"I spoke to the headmaster, thinking maybe, just maybe we could get Davina back in the school. Guess what he told me?" Marcel pressed turning to her.
"I'm guessing by your expression it's not good," Rebekah suggested.
"Your damn right it's not. He told me that D. has been the bully, the instigator, not that other kid. He said they went back and found five or six instances of her tripping kids, pushing kids, vandalizing and it's all caught on tape," Marcel explained.
"What has gotten into her? It's like ever since she feel for this new boys, she's been acting up. I don't get it," Rebekah insisted.
"And we already punished her for getting expelled. I mean, how do we deal with this. You're grounded for assaulting another girl from two weeks ago! There's just no playbook for this," Marcel groaned.
"Marcel stop blaming yourself. I can see the wheels turning. This isn't your fault," Rebekah said firmly.
'But what if she's doing it to get our attention? I've been trying to spend as much time with her as I can, but then this crisis happens or I have this meeting and I have to go," Marcel complained.
"I'm with her all the time and I feel like all we do lately is argue. The therapist said that's a good sign that she feels comfortable letting down her guard and letting out her emotions. But it's hard to deal with. You know, I am starting to feel like an emotional punching bag," Rebekah sniffed.
"Well, that one shrink told me not to take anything she says to me personally. Hell, do these people even have their own kids or just a bunch of degrees? Because I kind of feel like I'm failing her," Marcel admitted.
"Hey, stop. We'll get through this. I'll get her enrolled in her new school today. She can make a fresh start," Rebekah said as she let Marcel put his arm around her.
"Let me just hold you," Marcel whispered as he closed his eyes.
"Just don't let me go," Rebekah replied.
"Never."
Friday, January 28, 2011
Louisiana Bayou
Morning
Ollie groaned as he roared over. The alarm was blaring and Jackson wasn't turning it off. He opened one eye. No Jackson. Ollie smirked. That horny bastard. He had caught Hayley and Jackson several times already in compromising positions.
Ollie tried to get up, but staggered. Jackson came in.
"Where were you, lover boy?" Ollie said in an amused tone.
"Um, the bathroom," Jackson replied.
"With Hayley?" Ollie asked.
"No, jeez, you stink of booze. You better take a long shower or they are going to get the resource officer after you for drinking," Jackson warned.
"Don't worry. I ain't going to school today. I'm still drunk," Ollie said.
Mary came in, "Get your ass in the shower. You're going to school, Oliver."
"But Grandma, I had too much shine last night!" Ollie whined.
"Boy, if I have to tell you one more time...You want eggs?" Mary asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Ollie grunted as he grabbed his clothes and went to get his shower. Ollie had to brace himself against the shower wall to stay upright.
Jackson caught Tommy after he finished dressing.
"How you doing today?" Jackson asked wryly.
"You mean after you toasted my butt up last night?" Tommy laughed.
"Stop. You deserved it. But yeah?" Jackson said with concern.
"I'm good. I got that note signed, all my work done, and I will apologize to the teacher. I mean it, Jack, I listened to what you said last night. It won't happen again," Tommy said with emphasis.
"I know. But Tommy, if it does, I meant it about strapping your bare ass. You hear me?" Jackson asked firmly.
Tommy swallowed, "Yes, sir. I understand."
Jackson put an arm around the younger boy, "Tom, you are a good kid. None of us want to see you go down the wrong path. It would break your brother's heart, too."
"I know, Jackson. I know," Tommy admitted.
New Orleans, Louisiana
French Quarter, The Compound
"Davina, love, are you ready?" Rebekah called upstairs.
"Yeah, Mom just give me a minute," Davina said. She grabbed her phone and her backpack. She was not sure how kids dressed at her new school. She had to wear an uniform at her old one and felt odd in jeans, but Hayley had told her they were fine.
Davina checked her white blouse and black leather jacket. She had on black leather boots. Josh said she looked like she was going to kiss someone's ass in this outfit. "Maybe no one will mess with me," Davina said to herself. But if they did, Davina knew how to defend herself. She had done it before.
Rebekah vamped to the doorway, "Black leather. Um, I like it. Hon, if we do not leave now, you are going to be late. Monday you will have to take the bus."
"I just wanted to make sure I look okay," Davina said as Rebekah picked up her backpack.
"You look great. Look, I know things have been rough lately, but this can be a new start for you. Just be yourself and if you have a problem, talk to us. You will have some of your friends there already, but that doesn't mean you can't make new friends, too," Rebekah said as they walked to the car.
"Yeah, I guess. Is Dad coming?" Davina said looking around.
"No, he got called away to a meeting. Something happened. You know he really wanted to go," Rebekah insisted.
"It's fine. I'm not like five. Not a big deal," Davina smiled.
A half hour later, Rebekah pulled into the large high school. She and Davina made their way into the main office where Rebekah did all the paperwork to officially enroll Davina in public school. They had already worked out a schedule for Davina and a counselor took her to her homeroom class.
"I'll be here to pick you up at 2:30pm, okay?" Rebekah said before Davina left.
"Okay, thanks, Mom," Davina said turning away.
The secretary shoved another stack of papers in Rebekah's hands.
"Before you go, Mrs. Mikaelson, you might as well sign these," the older woman said brusquely.
"Of course," Rebekah said politely.
"Are you from ah, English, ma'am?" the secretary asked with interest.
"Oh, I went to school there for most of my life, but I'm from here mostly," Rebekah said signing her name where the lady pointed.
"Oh," Rebekah said coming across the corporal punishment form.
The secretary peered over her glasses, "You know in my day, those forms didn't exist, but progress and all...Check yes or no and then date below. I told my kids if they get licks in school, that is the least of their problems."
"My husband is, um, against it, but...," Rebekah stammered.
"Well, you can check 'yes' and then put a note for them to call you first. Truth be told, the school doesn't need parent permission by law, but it is a formality because of lawsuits. But it is up to you, ma'am," the secretary said excusing herself to answer the phone.
Rebekah chewed her lip, she checked 'Yes' under the permission to administer corporal punishment. Surely, Davina could not get in anymore trouble this year. She started to write the note to contact them first, and then her cell phone went off. She glanced at it, it was Marcel.
"Hey Hon," Rebekah answered. "Yes, everything is fine. Okay, I'll be home in thirty minutes. See you there."
The secretary gathered the papers and Rebekah thanked her and left quickly. She thought it would be good for her and Marcel to have some time alone together.
High School
Second Hour
"Oliver, are you drunk?" Mrs. Redington growled sniffing his breath.
"No, ma'am, I just don't feel real good. I had a lot of cough syrup this morning," Ollie defended at the other students laughed.
"Cough syrup, is that what they call it now?" the middle aged teacher said dryly as she continued to pass back graded essays.
Jackson shook his head slightly as he took his essay back from the teacher, "Ma'am, I can attest that Ollie here was not feeling good last night. Maybe he oughta have stayed home, but you know Coach don't like us missing school."
"'Doesn't', you mean to say, Jackson. Well, if students are sick, they should not come and spread their illness, but since you are here, perhaps you can enlighten us on the short story you were supposed to read last night," Mrs. Redington prompted.
Ollie colored, "Ah, I was at a meetin' and did not have no time to be reading some old story!"
"I thought you said you were sick," the raspy voiced teacher pressed.
"I was. I went to the meetin' sick!" Ollie snapped.
"I don't like your tone, Oliver. Maybe you can do your reading at detention today?" Mrs. Redington smirked.
"Detention? Are you serious? That's not fair!" Ollie whined. He slumped back in his chair and slammed his textbook shut.
"Or I could just inform your coach that you refused to attend detention?" Mrs. Redington continued.
Ollie groaned, "Fine, I will be there." He then burst into a round of fake coughing.
Jackson smiled and shook his head, keeping Ollie out of trouble was a full time job.
"Ah, you realize that Coach is going to know anyway when you miss practice today?" Jackson whispered when the teacher picked someone else to discuss the story.
Ollie cringed and said, "Actually, I did not realize that. I ain't even gonna be alive tomorrow. This is like the third time..."
Jackson leaned back and said, "Yup."
Ollie coughed again, "Is it too late to play sick?"
"Yup," Jackson said rolling his eyes.
The bell rang and Jackson and Ollie went to their next class. They were surprised to see Davina heading in.
"Davina? What the heck? I didn't know you would be here today. Josh said you was coming, but I thought like next week," Jackson said.
"Yeah, well, I got booted from my last school, so...I didn't have much of a choice. How's the teacher for this class? I don't really like math," Davina admitted.
"He's good, I guess. He helps people at lunch if you ever fall behind. Come on, I'll introduce you around," Jackson offered.
Davina whispered, "What's up with Ollie? He didn't say a word."
Jackson snickered, "I shouldn't laugh but he got real drunk on moonshine last night. He didn't do the reading for English Lit and got a detention. This is the third detention and our coach is gonna bust his ass bad. I warned Ollie last night, but at times he has no sense."
"When you say...bust his ass, do you mean literally?" Davina asked nervously. She thought Josh had just been trying to scare her with his story about Aiden getting paddled.
Just then, the teacher came in and Jackson ushered Davina up to the front to meet him. She never had time to ask him again.
Lunch
Outside
It was not until lunch that Davina finally saw Hayley. There was an outdoor patio area where students could hang out and bring their lunches.
"Hey, you made it," Hayley said hugging the slightly younger witch.
"I looked for you this morning, but our lockers must be on different floors," Davina said.
"I'm on the first floor. So how have your classes been so far?" Hayley asked as they went through the lunch line.
"Good, I think. I have math with Jack and Ollie. Ollie seemed weird, but Jackson was a big help. Kaleb was supposed to meet me, but I haven't seen him yet either," Davina said with her brows furrowed.
"Is that him over there? I saw this cute guy looking at you, but that girl grabbed him," Hayley said. "Shh, I can listen if you want."
Davina laughed softly, "Yeah, do it..."
Hayley focused in and heard, "She is asking him to join some club? Some volunteering thing? Oh...little bitch, yep, there is a party tonight and she wants him to come... There will be beer and a lot of weed!"
"Okay, thanks. He's coming!" Davina hissed with a pleasant look on her face.
Kaleb approached, "Davina, luv. I wasn't sure I would ever find you." He hugged her tightly and just then noticed Hayley.
"Oh, this is my friend, Hayley. Hayley, this is Kaleb. We, ah, both got thrown out of,-" Davina started.
Jackson, Aiden, and Ollie came up behind them, "Hey girls, what's going on?" Ollie bellowed.
Hayley chided, "Ollie, don't be obnoxious, if that is possible! Guys, this is Kaleb, Davina's friend from her old school."
"Didn't you get expelled?" Ollie said bluntly. Aiden elbowed him sharply and Davina blushed.
Aiden asked Kaleb about his schedule and the group settled down at a picnic table to eat.
"So did you guys hear about a party at a girl named Jule's house tonight?" Kaleb asked. "I met her in first hour and she said spread the word. Everyone is invited."
"We have practice and then a game tonight," Jackson said pointing to his football jersey.
"I'll probably be reduced to raw hamburger by the time Coach is done with me," Ollie grumbled.
"If we have to run because of your detention, the guys are going to skin you. But I think Coach has other plans for your ass. He warned you," Jackson smirked.
"F-u, man," Ollie grunted. "But if I am alive after the game, I'm up for a party. I don't know the chick, though."
"Josh and I were supposed to hang out," Aiden added, biting into an apple. "Plus, I don't want to leave Tommy alone tonight."
"He wouldn't be alone, he'd be with Mary," Ollie pointed out.
"Um, instead of leaving the kid with my grandmother, we could bring him," Jackson offered.
"I don't know, Jack. He got in all that trouble last night, maybe he should just stay in," Aiden suggested.
"We will look out for him, Aiden. I mean, that is, if he wants to go. What about you guys, Davina? Kaleb? You could meet a lot more people there tonight," Hayley concluded.
"My parents aren't going to let me go. What about you, Kaleb?" Davina smiled shyly.
"Ah, I don't really like crowds. Maybe we could just hang out at your house or something?" Kaleb inquired.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds fun," Davina looked at her watch. "I better find my next class. I don't want to be late on the first day. Anyone going to the science wing?"
"I am. I'll take you," Hayley leaned over and kissed Jackson. "See you later, babe."
Davina gave Kaleb a little wave, "Hayley, did you think it's possible to be in love with two guys?"
"I really don't know, Davina. I know how I feel about Jack...There were other guys, but he's the best thing that ever happened to me," Hayley revealed.
"Hey, I need to go shopping this weekend. Do you want to hit Canal Street on Saturday? We'll pick you up and then you could stay over Saturday night?" Davina blurted out.
Hayley looked surprised, "You mean like a sleepover?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Davina asked softly.
"Nothing. It's just I've never been on one before. Foster kids don't really get to do things like that. I mean, I never got invited...," Hayley said tearfully.
Davina put a hand on her arm, "Hey, say yes. It will be fun. Plus, sometimes when I shop, my mom gives me her credit card. We can do a shopping spree. They won't care."
"Then, yeah. I mean, yes. But are you sure your parents won't care?" Hayley pressed.
"Of course not. I'll text them and ask them right now," Davina said with confidence.
French Quarter, The Compound
Rebekah heard the beep and looked at her phone lazily, she called to Marcel from their bed, "Davina wants to know if she can hang out with Kaleb tonight and have Hayley stay over tomorrow night?"
Marcel came out of the bathroom toweling off from the shower. "Good. See? Maybe this school move was the best thing for her."
"I'll tell her it's okay," Rebekah said glancing with appreciation at Marcel's washboard abs. "Say, how are the baby vamps coming? Any of them promising?"
"Yeah, maybe a few. I am not sure how committed Josh is to training them. He seems so distracted with protecting Aiden these days," Marcel complained.
"Love will do that to you," Rebekah said getting out of bed and pulling on her clothes.
"What?" Marcel said as he went over and kissed Rebekah softly.
"Distract you," Rebekah purred. "This was nice. Thank you for coming home."
"I feel bad that I missed taking Davina to school this morning, but the humans are having trouble deciding on a replacement for Father K. They think Sean is too young. It got violent, a couple was beat up outside of St. Anne's. I think we got it covered up well enough," Marcel said.
"I need to pick up Davina soon. See you tonight?" Rebekah said hopefully.
"I will try. I love you," Marcel said with one last kiss.
"Love you, too," Rebekah said back.
High School Locker room
After his detention, Ollie tramped into the locker room with trepidation. This was the third time he was late for a practice because of detention. Coach Landry had warned him that the third time, he was not just going to get extra laps...
Coach Landry came out of his office, "Oliver, why nice of you to show up? I've been waiting for you. You are a damn good player, but I think you need an attitude adjustment."
Ollie colored, "Sorry, Coach, I had some work to make up."
"That's not what Mrs. Redington said. She said you aren't doing your work and she thought you were drunk. She smelled the shine on you, boy," Coach barked clipping Ollie lightly on the side of his head.
"Damn, that bitch!" Ollie blurted in anger.
"What did you say?" Coach snapped.
"Sorry, Coach. It's just she's always picking on me. She knows I ain't good at reading," Ollie pointed out.
"Son, that's why she is trying to help you. And that 'bitch" you say is a darn good friend of mine and a fine woman. She came to me because she was worried about you. She could have called the principal in," Coach answered.
"I didn't think of that. I know she is trying to help me. Can I go get dressed?" Ollie asked eager to end the scolding and get out on the practice field.
"Sure, then come back in here. I think we have to get a couple of things straight," Coach said calmly.
"Coach! Please, I am sorry. Can't I just go out there and play? I'm gonna do better with school and I won't get no more detentions. I swear," Ollie promised.
"No, you won't, son. Not after I am done with you. Hurry up, five minutes," Coach retorted.
"Yes, sir," Ollie said sadly. He put on his practice uniform. He feared why the coach wanted him to put on his athletic gear first. But Ollie had been here before, he knew.
"Come on, Oliver. You were warned," Coach said guiding Oliver in the office and shutting the door.
"Are you going to tell my grandma about this?" Ollie asked softly.
"No, but you are. You hear me? Now bend over and put your hands on the edge of the desk," Coach demanded. Ollie placed his stomach on the desk and stretched to grip the other side. He had on a t-shirt, sweatpants, and his cleats. Underneath, Ollie had his athletic supporter on, effectively making the sweatpants the only layer of fabric protecting his backside.
Ollie saw him get something out of a shallow cupboard out of the corner of his eye. Ollie turned his head to look.
"Face forward!" Coach ordered.
"Yes, sir!" Ollie responded after he got a good look at the paddle the coach was holding.
"This isn't the same paddle I used on you before. This one is for repeat offenders," Coach said tapping the 16.75" long x 4.25" wide paddle. It had a curved edge and four holes drilled out of the edge. It was 5/8" thick overall.
"That one is smaller, though," Ollie said in confusion.
"Yes, but this one hurts more. Believe me, I know. It was my old frat paddle. Now stay in position, you're getting five," Coach said.
Ollie groaned, "I shouldn't have come to school drunk, but I ain't gonna do it again. Nor get no detentions. Nor curse..."
"You are starting to fib, Oliver. You ready?" Coach asked tapping the heavier wooden instrument against Ollie's sweatpants covered backside. That would at least give him some protection.
"Yes, sir," Ollie gasped as he felt the board leave his rear and then land with a thud again both cheeks."Oh fuck!" The spot where the paddle had swatted stung fiercely.
"Young man, that lick didn't count. Five more. You best control yourself. Now grip that desk harder and don't move. Any player who gets three detentions can be suspended from the team. Did you know that?" Coach lectured.
"No," Ollie ground out as he gritted his teeth. "I did not."
Coach said, "Okay, brace yourself. I ain't going easy on you."
The paddle tapped Ollie's backside and came down hard across both cheeks. Whack!
Ollie fumed, "Motherfucker! That hurt!"
Coach spat, "What did you say? I am not getting through to you." Ollie felt Coach yanking down his sweat pants. His hands automatically went to hold them up and he stood up in the struggle.
"No, Coach. I'm sorry! Please don't," Ollie moaned.
Coach got Olllie's pants down to his knees and pushed him over the desk with his left hand.
The jock strap framed the pink target area and Coach swatted Ollie hard for the third time despite Ollie's squirming and wiggling to get out of position.
Pop! Ollie cried out at the alarming burn. His bottom felt like it was ablaze.
He felt two more quick swats, now one across the center of each cheek. Whap! Whap! Ollie cried loudly and tried more frantically to get up.
"One more, now settle!" Coach said firmly.
Ollie sucked in his breath and felt the last impact swat his burning behind. Crack!
"Ahhhh," Ollie said in agony. The coach held him down another minute and then let Ollie up.
"Listen, you are a good player and a smart kid, but you act like you have no future. I am telling you, Oliver, you can get out of that Bayou someday, if you want to. You just have to believe that you can," Coach said softly.
Ollie was still crying and nodded, "Thanks for the pep talk. Am I even playing tonight?"
"No, you sit on the bench for practice and we will see about the game. I mean it, Oliver, you should not discount yourself. I believe in you even if you don't believe in yourself. Go ahead, you can rub," Coach smiled slightly.
Ollie's hands went and tried to rub some of the soreness out of his stinging backside. He carefully peeled up his sweats. Coach put the paddle away and went to shake Ollie's hand.
"No hard feelings?" Coach asked.
"No, Coach. When you said I was smart, I mean, not to disagree, but I ain't school smart," Ollie said plainly.
"Oliver, there are lots of ways of being smart than just being school smart. But you could be that, if you put your mind into your studies. But if that isn't for you, then you need to find out what you want. If you don't do that, you might not get the future you want," Coach informed him.
"Oh, I reckon now. I will think on it. Can I go out now?" Ollie asked wiping away the tears.
"Wash that face first, okay, kid. I know I was hard on you, but I want you to think of the fire you feel now in that butt, the next time you foul up," Coach shared.
"Yes, sir. There won't be one," Ollie said going to wash his face. He hoped his ass healed up before the party tonight. Ollie wanted to meet this Jules girl and thank her for the party. Maybe he would even get lucky tonight? Ollie wondered if the soreness would be gone by tonight. He doubted it.