Pairing: Caroline/Tyler (f/m) hand, brush
Lockwood Mansion
Mystic Falls, Virginia
Fall 2010
Tyler was incredulous and could not stop laughing, "Wait, man, are you freaking serious? Elena smacked Stefan's ass in front of everyone? I can't believe I missed it!"
Caroline glared at Matt hard, but he did not seem to notice. He continued his story. Tyler had been getting beer at the time and missed the whole Stefan-drenching-Elena fiasco. He had already heard the story at least twice, it was a good one, though.
"Bare! She pulled down his pants in the back and whacked him like he was four. Dude, yeah, he did rip off her top, though. Totally, just by panicking. You could tell he was like freaked, Stefan looked like he was going to pass out. I mean, I've seen it before, Elena's bod, but now the whole school saw it. She was pissed. Like steaming mad. I felt bad for Jeremy, but he was so high, I don't think it hit him," Matt admitted.
Caroline stood up from Tyler's bed, "What? Jeremy is smoking again? Does Elena know?"
Matt's face registered surprise and regret, "Caroline, ah, don't say anything, please!"
"Okay, I won't tell Elena, but I recall Bonnie threatening to turn Jeremy into a slug if he messed with pot again," Caroline fumed. "And another thing, I don't think a bit of this is funny. Tyler, would you laugh if this was me?"
Tyler cleared his throat and stood up from the bed to put his arms around her. "No, babe! Of course not, I would beat his head in. You know that."
Matt tossed Tyler's football at his head unexpectedly, Tyler caught it with his werewolf fast reflexes.
Matt also stood, "That's all we need in this town, more werewolves and vampires killing each other. It sounds like Elena had shit under control. She may be a buck ten, but she is a tough cookie, just like you Caroline. You girls can defend your own honor!"
Caroline pulled away from Tyler and kissed Matt on the cheek. "Thank you, Matthew. I am glad one guy at Mystic Falls High gets that."
"Well, guys, I think you mom is coming. I am heading home. Night. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Matt smirked as he punched Tyler on the shoulder. He greeted Mayor Lockwood on his way out.
Carol Lockwood peeked in her son's large well appointed bedroom. Although he was a teen, she still demanded that he keep it looking presentable. After all, this mansion was on the Mystic Falls Historic Register of Homes.
"Hey, Mom, how's the council meeting going?" Tyler said politely.
"Ugh, not good, honey. Those Fells think they run this town. Such snobs," Carol frowned. "They said a surprise guest is waiting to give us a presentation in town. I'm the mayor and they didn't even clear this with me first!"
"Is my mom ready to go?" Caroline asked.
"No, dear. We're actually going to need to head over to Town Hall to see what the Fells are brewing. Can you kids fend for yourselves tonight? Order a pizza?" Carol asked hopefully.
"Yeah, of course," Tyler smiled. "We'll keep ourselves busy."
"That's what I'm afraid of. I've asked Mrs. Koslov to stay late and look in on you. She is downstairs polishing all the silver ahead of the charity gala," Carol explained to Caroline.
Tyler balked, "No, Mom, we don't need a babysitter. She will come up here and shout at us in freakin' Polish to leave the door open again!"
"Honey, she speaks Czech, I think. Just behave and don't make her call me again. I really need to run. If I get a bad report, you are losing your car keys again!" Carol warned with a wagging finger toward her only son.
"Fuck that, Mom. You can't do that!" Tyler roared suddenly.
Both Caroline and Carol gasped, "Tyler" as the same time and then looked at each other.
Carol stepped forward in anger, "You never would have dared speak to me with that filthy mouth if your father were here!" Carol's eyes filled with tears.
Tyler turned away and shouted, "Yeah, well, he's not, is he?"
Carol paled, "No, he is not. You can forget about driving for that next week, young man. I need to go."
As Carol start to leave, Tyler shouted, "I don't care. I'll just get a ride to school."
Carol turned and spat, "No, you can take the school bus. I don't know what has gotten into you!"
"Then, I just won't go!" Tyler said taking his football and throwing it at the mirror about his dresser shattering it.
Carol stopped and looked at the mess and said, "Caroline, maybe you better go home."
Caroline saw Tyler's reddened face, "Mrs. Lockwood, let me help Tyler get this cleaned up. If he won't, maybe my mom can take him to the lock-up for the night. Seriously, you go. And when you get back, I'm sure Tyler will be calm and ready to apologize? Right, Tyler?"
Tyler sighed, "Yeah, right."
"That would be nice. There is pizza money on the frig," Carol said in a shaky voice as she wiped away tears and shut the door with a soft thud.
Caroline did not say anything for a moment, she knew once Tyler exploded, he typically felt regret and guilt.
"Sorry, Car! She's just such a bitch to me since the old man kicked. I don't know what gets into her," Tyler said expecting sympathy. Caroline often complained about Sheriff Forbes and how she was never around much. When she was, they were often at each other's throats.
"Tyler, are you out of your mind? You acted like a maniac! You say you hate how your dad used to treat you. You acted worse than him. You mom did nothing wrong. And another thing, you're always laughing at other people? Not cool. Elena was so ashamed at the pool on prank night and today. Why is that funny to you?" Caroline asked hotly. "She's a good friend to you. She would do anything for you."
"I don't know. It just was! I can't believe you are taking my mom's side. I guess bitches,-" Tyler started and stopped at the look of rage on Caroline's face.
Caroline threatened, "Bitches what? You are way out of line. Just because a woman doesn't kiss your rich, spoiled little ass doesn't make her a bitch. You know, your mom was right. You never acted like this when your dad was around. Maybe that discipline you didn't like, was exactly what you needed, little boy!"
Tyler's neck and face flushed, "Come on, Caroline. I'm sorry. I was mad. Let's not fight. I thought we could, you know, fool around a little...," Tyler smiled and walked towards Caroline with his arms out.
"You are out of your mind. What you are going to do is march to your parents' room and go get your dad's belt. Then, you are going to bring it to me. Now, Tyler," Caroline said her hands on her slim hips.
"Caroline, fine, I was a dick. I will apologize to my mom, okay? Are you happy? You can't whup me with that belt!" Tyler said lightly.
"Tyler, I am a vampire. I may not feed from humans, but I do drink blood. Did you ever notice when we wrestle that I can pin you? Don't make me hold you down or you will not sit for a week? Now, march!" Caroline ordered pointing to Carol's bedroom.
"But that belt hurts! Caroline, you have no idea. You mom never even spanked you. I know you are strong, but get this stupid idea out of your head. It is ridiculous," Tyler whined nervously.
"Your behavior is ridiculous. And your right, my mom didn't spank...when I was a kid, but remember the night I tried to drive to my dad's in the storm...The night I found Vicky's body? I know I was with Matt then, but I ran into you and your dad at the Grill?" Caroline said softly.
"Yeah, I remember," Tyler said wondering where this was going.
"Well, my dad had warned me not to drive that night. He told me to stay at home because it wasn't safe. I got mad and told him I was old enough to do what I want. I hung up on him and then...I got my car stuck in the mud and found Vicki's body. My dad was worried when I didn't show up and was waiting for me at my mom's house," Caroline said quietly.
"But your parents hate each other?" Tyler added.
"Yeah, but they love me. My mom gave my dad her duty belt to use on my butt. He took me to my room and spanked me even though I was still soaked. I fought him the best I could. But Tyler, he was so upset, he started to cry after he finally dropped the belt. He had been afraid that I was dead when I didn't show up. He pretty didn't whack me as hard as I deserved but believe me, it was effective. My mom came in and she was crying, too," Caroline revealed.
"Sorry, I didn't know. You never said," Tyler said awkwardly.
"Yeah, well, it's not the thing you want to admit to when you are 17...getting your butt beat for the first time. And honestly, it wasn't the last," Caroline said the last part in a near whisper.
"Wait, is that why you weren't grounded when your mom caught us drinking at the Grill last month? You got spanked?" Tyler said in shock.
"Yup. We got in a big fight that night after she got home and I said I was going to go drive to my dad's. I was still wasted and it turned physical. I tried to push past her. Bad move. Before I knew it, I was face down over her lap and she, well, sobered me up pretty quickly with a hard spanking," Caroline recalled.
"Did she use that belt again?" Tyler asked.
"Nope, just her hand but she pulled down my pants and did it on my bare butt. I almost swam off her lap. It hurt, I was crying and screaming for her to stop. But after, she hugged me, then we made up. Ty, ever since, we've been getting along really good. I know it sounds silly, but we kind of joke around about it. Our moms do a lot to keep this town safe, but they also keep us safe, you know?" Caroline asked.
"I know, but Car, when my dad used to hit me...he was always so mad. I guess he never bruised me or anything like that, but right after, he'd just order me to stay in my room or go to bed. Then, the next day, we'd just pretend like nothing happened. I guess that's what hurt the worst," Tyler confessed tearfully.
Caroline went to him and hugged him tightly, "Baby, I would never hurt you like that. But you were acting out and I think you need some consequences. I think I know how to help. Do you trust me?"
Tyler sniffed and nodded, "Yeah, of course I do. You know that."
"Okay, I want you to you go take a shower and then put your naked behind in the corner. I am going to go compel Mrs. Koslov to leave us alone," Caroline informed him.
"Okay," Tyler said looking at the glass still littering the floor from the mirror.
"I'll take care of that later, okay? Just do what I said. Let me take care of you," Caroline said kissing him on the lips softly.
"Yes, ma'am," Tyler said playfully.
"In and out of the shower. You are not going to enjoy this," Caroline said sternly.
"I know," Tyler replied starting to undress.
Caroline stepped out into the wide hallway and listened for sounds of the housekeeper. She heard her approaching. She quickly compelled her to stay downstairs and not hear anything. Then, she remembered the stout woman telling them that she has raised eight children.
"Mrs. Koslov, can I ask you a question?" Caroline asked carefully. "I know you had many children."
"Yes, dear. All big success here now. They want me to quit work, but I would grow fatter to not work. I work all my life, I cannot sit. It okay... You ask question," the elderly woman say kindly in her broken English.
"When your children disobeyed, how did you punish them? Back in the day," Caroline asked a curious look.
"Oh, I had six boys and two girls, child. Back home, we had a stick that I kept behind door. As soon as stick came out, they used to run for life. Many times they got whipping on the street as I used to be much, how do you say, lighter," Mrs. Koslov laughed. She made a gesture that she was slimmer in her younger years.
"But is that all you used on them? What if a whipping is too harsh? Is there something else you would use?" Caroline pressed.
"Good slippering makes loud noise, but is not hard on bum," Mrs. Koslov said brightly. "Use shoe."
Caroline frowned. She didn't get how a soft bedroom slipper would even sting Tyler's behind. He was a werewolf now, after all. A shoe seemed too weird to use to spank with.
Mrs. Koslov saw Caroline's uncertain look and went on, "But when I come here, children not listen and I not have stick, my new lady of house tell me to use hairbrush. Very good and saves the hand," Mrs. Koslov said with a conspiratorial wink. "Every body brush hair. Is good."
"Thank you, ma'am. You have been very helpful," Caroline said sincerely. "I know just where to find the perfect brush."
"After crying, all over. No more punish. Everything okay, you see," the housekeep said walking back to her polishing duties.
Ten Minutes Later
Caroline came back into Tyler's bedroom ten minutes later to find him drying off with a white towel.
"I did not tell you to dry off, now march your butt back in the shower," Caroline said as she vamped over to him.
"What? Are you crazy?" Tyler said in confusion. He was still holding the towel around his waist.
"Yes, get back in the shower if you want to sit on your bus ride to school on Monday right this instant," Caroline said smugly.
Tyler shrugged and got back in the shower and rinsed off again, "You happy?"
"No, now get in the corner. I'm going to clean up this glass. You think about the spanking you're getting and why," Caroline said putting the hairbrush down on the dresser.
"A brush? Where's the belt?" Tyler asked.
"I think we can do without that belt. Mrs. Koslov raised like a bunch of kids and said a hairbrush works pretty good," Caroline said with pride.
"You told her I'm getting spanked?" Tyler said in a high whiny voice.
"No, I didn't not. And I compelled her but if you keep fussing, I'll have her come up and help hold you down. Get in the corner," Caroline ordered. She had almost chosen to use the heavy Mason-Pearson hairbrush on Carol Lockwood's bureau, but then Caroline spotted a large square paddle brush on Carol's bathroom counter. It looked like it was used for detangling, but it seemed like it was more suited to spanking that the heavier round brush. She picked it up and thought she would get it a try.
Caroline used her vamp speed to clean up the glass with a broom and a pan first. Then, she quickly vacuumed the floor and removed the wood frame off of the mirror and lay it in the hallway. The room looked at little odd, but if Tyler wanted to, he could have his pick of dressers with mirrors in this house. Some were over a hundred years old. At least he hadn't broken an antique.
Caroline took a deep breath and situated herself on the bed. Before she called him over, she took a minute to admire her boyfriend's well-muscled form.. The lake hole party had added to his overall tan, but she almost giggled to realize how white Tyler's behind was in constant. Not for long, she thought.
"Tyler, you can come over here please," Caroline said primly. She made it a point not to look as he stomped over to her with a pouty look on his face.
"It's cold, Car!" Tyler said as he stood before her defiantly. She grabbed the towel he had used before and draped it over her lap.
"Baby, you are a werewolf. Your body temp. is always up. But don't worry, I am going to get you a good warm up on that wet butt," Caroline informed him.
"You are really serious about this, aren't you?" Tyler scoffed.
"I am. Now tell me why you are going to get your butt reddened, young man," Caroline pressed.
Tyler smirked, "I was a bad boy. I said naughty words. I laughed at mean things. Umm, I fought with my mom...I do feel bad, you know, and I broke shit."
"That's an extra minute over my lap for the cursing. Hope it was worth it, smart mouth. Now, those are all ways you misbehaved, but why am I doing this?" Caroline said looking up into his eyes from her seat on his bed.
"Oh, because you love me and don't want me to be fu-, I mean, messed up...And you want to pound on my ass?" Tyler joked.
"Do you want an extra minute over my knee? This is not a joke, but I know you are a little nervous so I'll let that go. I do love you and I hate to see you hurting. I know you are sorry when you are a jerk and lose your temper, but maybe this punishment will help you think before you freak. Come on, over, on the bed," Caroline said.
Tyler, to his own amazement, got over her lap and folded his arms under his head. When his dad had spanked him or used his belt, it was always fast and hard. Tyler had usually been pushed down on the bed, he had never had to stay in position. He felt vulnerable and exposed. He immediately felt Caroline's hand on the small of his back.
"I'm going to start with my hand. Try to stay still. You are okay," Caroline reassured him. She rested her hand on his damp, pale behind and smacked down right in the center. Swat!
Caroline kept her hand loose and tried to snap her wrist down at the last second to make each smack count. She moved the cracks to the center of each cheek for the next minute. Whack! Whack!
"How you doing, baby"" Caroline asked as she stopped to rub Tyler's read end. It was not yet pink but he was starting to flinch a little. With her vampire strength and his werewolf healing, she had to be cognizant of his reactions.
Caroline knew Tyler had loved to fight, wrestle, brawl, and tussle. He was used to the pain of being an athlete in three varsity sports. She also knew that when he turned each full moon, each bone in his body broke. Caroline had no intention of causing her boyfriend that much physical pain. She just wanted to break through to his emotions and let him feel punished, forgiven, and taken care of.
Crack! Crack! Caroline swatted Tyler hard on each sit spot when he didn't answer her.
"OWW!' Tyler complained as he tried to jerk back his right hand. She caught it and popped him hard on the top of his thighs.
"Be honest. How are you doing? Is it starting to sting?" Caroline asked patting his lower cheeks lightly. Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Yeah, now it is. That hurt!" Tyler reported squirming.
"You earned a minute of spanking for that bad language," Caroline said picking up the pace and spanking Tyler all over. She was eyeing the digital clock by his bed. His white behind was starting to pick up color. Tyler was shifting now and tried to start covering his bottom with his feet.
"Move your feet or your getting extra with the brush," Caroline ordered sternly. Tyler put his feet down, but they were up a moment later. She realized she was going to have to restrain his legs before spanking with the brush. After his minute of spanking was over, he was wiggling and clearly feeling it.
"Okay, get up and lean over my left leg. I'm going to restrain your legs with my right leg," Caroline explained. "Also, give me your hands. I don't want to hit them with the brush. That's just for your naughty little butt." Caroline gave him one last tap with her hand.
"Ouch," Tyler groaned, but he did as she said. Moments later as she locked him into place, he tensed to feel the smooth, cool wood of the brush glide over his behind.
"Did you ever get paddled before?" Caroline asked giving him a minute to calm down. She could hear his heart beat quickening.
"Not really. My grandma used to chase me with this metal spoon from her kitchen, but it didn't really hurt," Tyler admitted. Caroline popped Tyler once with the brush. Whack!
"For what?" Caroline smiled.
"Talking back. Tracking mud in...One time I almost killed her cat, but that was an accident," Tyler said cringing from the whack from the brush. Caroline popped his other cheek. Whack!
"Car, that hurts," Tyler breathed as she started paddling him more firmly. Pop! Pop!
"I know, baby. You are doing good, Now, hang on," Caroline said swatting him harder. Pop! Pop!
"Awwwww. Stopppp," Tyler began to struggle. Pop! Pop!
Soon, Caroline retightened her grip and began to swat Tyler with a fresh whack of the hair brush every few seconds. She heard Tyler inhale and then began to sob.
"Your butt is going to hurt a little, but you are going to be all forgiven. What are you gong to say to your mom?" Caroline said continuing to wield the brush. Pop! Pop!
"I'm sorry, Mom. I-I l-love you. I didn't mean to be...s-sooo bad. I w-won't a-a-ague about my p-punishments," Tyler wailed.
"She loves you, Tyler. You know your dad did, too. I used to see him watching you at football practice. I think he just didn't know how to let you know he loved you," Caroline said as she lightened the swats from the brush. Tyler's bottom was now crimson and he was stomping as much as he could manage with her right leg pinning his legs.
"I l-loved him, e-even though I s-sometimes hated him. I wish he would have know he was a wolf, maybe things would have been different," Tyler said through tears. Caroline let go of his hands and he wiped his eyes. She put down the brush and was rubbing his backside with her hand.
"You can talk about him with me, with your mom. She misses him, too. No one is perfect, Tyler. Why did you get so mad at her earlier?" Caroline asked.
"I guess I thought she didn't have the right to threaten to take my car away. It just made me mad. I really do act like a brat sometimes. I guess I need to grow up a little," Tyler said tearfully.
"Baby, I think you just did," Caroline said lifting him up. He knelt down and rubbed his sore backside even more. Caroline used some tissues to wipe his face and then put her arms around him. Tyler rested his head on her lap.
"Love you, Car," Tyler said drained.
"Me, too," Caroline responded. "Now, get in your bed. Maybe get dressed if you don't want you mom to see that red bum."
Tyler went to look in the mirror and realized he had smashed it.
Caroline started, "Shoot, your mom is home. I'm going to leave you to to talk. Get dressed." She stashed the hairbrush in Tyler's bedside table. Put the towel in the hamper, kissed Tyler and vamped out the window.
Tyler put on the first pair of sweats he found and threw on a shirt.
Carol came up a moment later and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Tyler said wincing as he sat on the bed.
"Tyler," Carol said looking in.
"Hey, Mom," Tyler said a touch bashfully.
"Are you okay? You look upset, like you were crying," Carol said with concern. She had been angry, but it all faded when she saw Tyler's red, swollen eyes.
"I...was crying, Mom," Tyler admitted.
Carol teared up herself and went to embrace him, "Oh honey, sometimes I forget you just lost your dad, too. I know he wasn't easy to get along with, but he loved you more than anything."
Tyler started to cry, "I'm sorry, Mom. I don't mean to be so mean. Believe me, Caroline really let me have it. I deserved it. Do you hate me?"
Carol shook her head, "Tyler, you are my only son. I would die for you. I would always love you and forgive you, no matter what. I guess you won't understand that until you have your own children. You get your anger problems from your father, it's a Lockwood thing. I hoped it would skip you. You get the boozing from my side...Anyway, we used to fight over how hard he was on you, but he was so afraid that you would be...weak. It was something he learned and it was wrong."
"Mom, how come we never talked like this before?" Tyler asked shyly.
"I don't know, Tyler. I guess it was easier to just pretend like everything was fine when your dad was alive, but I guess it wan't, hmm?" Carol said touching Tyler's face.
"No, but maybe it can be now. I'm going to be better. I promise," Tyler said solemnly.
"Me, too," Carol said. "How about we pick a night just for us?"
"Okay," Tyler smiled. "But am I still grounded from driving?"
"You better believe it. One week. Now, go to bed, honey, you look tired," Carol said softly.
"You, too, Mom," Tyler said letting Carol flip back his duvet.
"Yeah, the council is all up in arms. John Gilbert is back and talking crazy again," Carol laughed.
"Oh? About what?" Tyler asked sleepily. Last time folks were mad about the new Welcome to Mystic Falls sign. They said it was too modern looking.
"He thinks the town is crawling with vampires. I hate to say it, but he must have gotten the Gilbert crazy bug. You know, their one ancestor was in the loony bin...Samantha Gilbert, I think?" Carol said leaning down to kiss Tyler.
"Huh, that is... crazy," Tyler said stiffly.
"Don't worry, no one believes him anyway. Go to sleep now," Carol said stifling a yawn.