Pairing: Damon/Stefan (M/M) hand, spatula, ruler
Gilbert Residence
Mystic Falls, Virginia
Fall 2010
Damon vamped up to Elena's window and looked in. All was not well in Mystic Falls. He peered in and saw his baby brother sleeping peacefully next to his girlfriend. He meant Stefan's girlfriend, course, Elena. He never had to remind himself she was not Katherine, though they looked exactly alike. Everything else about Elena was different somehow. Whereas Katherine was devious, Elena was trustworthy. Whereas Katherine was cruel, Elena was kind. Whereas Katherine was hard, Elena was...soft. Damon shook those thoughts out of his head. A cool breeze ruffled his hair and shook the glass in her windows.
When Caroline and Bonnie had filled in Damon on what Stefan had done, he had grown dangerously quiet. Even Bonnie dropped her snark and put her hand on his forearm as if to hold him back. She reassured Damon that Elena would handle it. After all, she had popped Stefan's behind right there in front of everyone.
Damon wanted to say that Stefan deserved an old-fashioned switching, but he just nodded and left the cooler at the lake. He pasted a smile on his face and told the kids he was okay. He did make it a point to talk to Jeremy and then realized that the kid was as high as a kite. Damon left and went home and dipped into his finest stash of bourbon. He noticed that his second best bottle was low. Had Stefan been drinking? Stefan claimed it "helped" with his ripper cravings, but Damon thought it made them worse for him. Damon did not really like 'drunk Stefan.' It just was not the best side of him. Now drunk Damon was hilarious, he thought to himself. But nothing could take he edge off tonight. There were some nights that Damon had to see her...Had to.
"Damon!" Elena hissed. Somehow she almost always could sense him. "Get in here." Elena opened the window as quietly as she could, and pulled him in the much warmer bedroom by his arm.
"I was just in the neighborhood...," Damon said smiling.
"I know what you are doing," Elena said pulling back her long, dark hair. She peered at him with her liquid brown eyes. "Damon, I'm fine."
Damon jumped down from her window seat gracefully, "Are you? Your friends told me what happened? My brother is damn lucky I wasn't there. I would have taken a switch to him in front of everyone. No lie."
Elena grabbed Damon's forearms, and hissed, "Damon, you promise me that you will never do that to him. Please. No switch!"
"What? Elena, he's a vampire! It's not like he's a little boy anymore! Which, by the way, is what I used to get when I was a kid," Damon said his blue eyes falling again on the sleeping form of his brother.
"Look, Damon, I already...spanked him, okay. I know about what Lexi did, too. He needed it and he might need it again but I just don't want you even using a switch on him okay? Can you promise me that?" Elena pleaded in a low voice.
"Oh Elena, he's gonna get it again. But if it is so important to you, I won't use a switch...You know I would never really hurt him. But did you really...?" Damon whispered with a slight smiled. He let the last sentence hang in the air. The thought of Elena doing that was almost more than he could handle.
Elena released his arms and nodded her head, "Yes, Damon. I did. You heard about what he did. After, he felt awful. He was drunk...I've hardly seen him like that. It scared me."
Stefan groaned softly in his sleep, Damon stepped closer to him and went to peel the sheet away to check to see the damage for himself. With Stefan only drinking animal blood, he healed much more slowly than Damon. Damon saw his red backside and whistled softly.
"Damon!" Elena said and yanked back the sheet, gently recovering Stefan to protect his privacy.
"Hey, I was there when he was born and got that switch that you don't like so much, plenty of times for your little boyfriend there," Damon said in a low voice. Damon noticed the round paddle by the bed and chucked. "Is this what you spanked him with? A wooden paddle?" Damon hefted the instrument and made a face.
"As a matter of fact, yes. It is a..Gilbert family heirloom of sorts," Elena said primly, taking the paddle and storing it in her underwear drawer.
"So, um, did you...get it with that thing?" Damon grinned. "As a kid, I mean."
Elena blushed, "As a matter of fact, no. Stop being weird, Damon. My brother got paddled with it like once when he was really acting up in school. Believe me, my parents were the most patient people ever, but even they had their limits. They were against violence."
"Well, maybe you want to leave that paddle out because I talked to Jeremy today. He was high and smelled like a dorm room in the 70s when he was at the lake. Just mentioning it," Damon smirked.
"What? Jeremy said he was off that crap. Damon, you need to go. You can talk to Stefan when he gets home. And my brother needs someone to talk to, not being hit. That is not going to solve anything, okay?" Elena lectured.
"Hmm, I feel like Jeremy might benefit from being talked to, as he is hit, but hey, he's your problem. Stefan, is also my problem. I will let him sleep it off and then that red backside is mine. Don't worry, I will talk, as I hit," Damon said mockingly.
"Damon, he's already been punished," Elena chided opening her window to let him out.
"Not by me. I guess I can't go out the front door like a normal person!" Damon said as if he was hurt.
"Don't make me throw you out the window!" Elena said giving him a light shove towards the window.
"Only if you promise me,-" Damon said seriously.
" .OKAY. Now, go. I need sleep," Elena stated with emphasis.
"Good night," Damon said as he disappeared out the window. Elena shut the window and locked it.
Elena smiled, "You can stop pretending to be asleep."
Stefan groaned, "He's going to kill me."
"You know he's upset. He loves you," Elena said getting back into bed.
"I know he does, but he also loves you. Thanks for talking him out of that switch. He used to cry when I got it when I was human. It's funny that he couldn't stand to see me get punished, but he had no qualms about doing it himself," Stefan mused.
"Because he doesn't trust anyone else," Elena said sadly.
"He trusts you," Stefan commented.
"Let's go back to sleep. Maybe it will help heal you before tomorrow?" Elena suggested.
"Yeah, maybe," Stefan said turning to his side and pulling her close. They fell asleep pressed together. But Stefan knew that human blood was the thing he needed, he knew that was not worth the risk of him loosing control again.
Salvatore Boarding House
Next Morning
Stefan opened the front door of the their house with trepidation. A part of him worried that Damon would be waiting for him with a riding crop in his hand. He knew that Damon would never hurt him, but he also knew that Damon was not going to let a second slight against Elena pass unpunished.
"I'm in here," Damon called from the large kitchen toward the back of the house.
"Hey, smells good," Stefan said honestly.
"Waffles, pancakes, bacon, and sausage," Damon said holding out a place.
"Real maple syrup! Wow, thanks. Is this my last meal before you execute me?" Stefan smiled.
"You might wish that," Damon said putting the pans in the sink.
"Damon, how mad are you still?" Stefan said deciding to eat standing at the counter.
Damon turned, "Hey, you know I would never punish you when I was angry. That was Father, not me. After breakfast, you go to your room and wait for me. We'll take care of it and move on. I blame myself for not whupping your butt at the pool the first time you pulled this crap."
Stefan looked down at his plate, "Elena wouldn't let you. I guess she doesn't realize what a slow learner I can be. It's just all these kids are so fun and lighthearted. I feel like a drag."
"So you expose her to the whole lake? Not cool, Brother. Now eat up. You want whipped cream?" Damon said bringing the can over to Stefan.
"Yeah, thanks," Stefan said letting Damon spray the whipped cream on his waffles and pancakes.
"Thanks, Damon," Stefan said quietly. Damon set a mug of Stefan's animal blood in front of him. He could smell the coffee in Damon's mug. He must have already had a blood bag this morning.
"You got it, buddy," Damon said sitting down to eat with him. They ate in companionable silence.
Stefan cleared the plates, "I can clean up later."
"No, man. You go upstairs and I'll be up in a little while. Stef, it's gonna be okay," Damon said looking his blond brother in the eye. "But your hero hair might get a little messed up."
Stefan smiled, "That's okay." Stefan headed up to his room. He figured he would take a quick shower and get into comfortable clothes. The animal blood helped him feel a little better, but his craving for human blood was always in the background. Like an itch he couldn't scratch.
Damon sighed and loaded the dishwasher. He knew his brother expected him to really give it to him today, but Damon also felt a sense of sorrow. Stefan was was just trying to fit in. Damon wanted Stefan to be happy and whole, more than anything. But he couldn't go about it, but hurting Elena. He remembered her admonition about not using a switch. Damon paused as he was ready to put a large spatula in the dishwasher. It had a silicone end that might work okay. He glanced at the large pancake turner, but that thing was too flimsy to be of much use. Damon quickly washed and dried and spatula and finished up the rest of the kitchen.
Damon looked at the grandfather clock and saw it was only 10:37am. It was too early for even him to start drinking, but maybe after...
Stefan's Bedroom
"Dear Diary,
It has been many years since Damon has elected to 'spare the rod' with me. I have tried to be well-behaved and respectful upon our reunion and return to Mystic Falls. I have wanted to show both Damon and Lexi that I have grown up and am no longer the immature boy who becomes a ripper again at the slightest bump in the road.
It is also ironic that I have aimed to better myself for my great love, Elena, when she is the reason I am due another good hiding. Yes, dearest diary, I say 'another' for my beloved found my behavior so poor that she elected to take me home and spank me after the lake party last night. I know I should probably feel even more ashamed about my punishment, at my advanced age, but it is the act that elicited it that causes me regret. I hurt Elena through my stupid desire to impress her and her friends. Well, the joke is on me as they all saw me get a dragged out of the party by my ear lobe like a misbehaving child. I hear Damon coming.
I pray that I do not disgrace myself by trying to avoid responsibility for my poor choices. I know it hurts him to do this. I can see it in his eyes. Will I ever grow out of the foolish seventeen year old that I was frozen at? Only time will tell..."
"I haven't seen you writing for a long time," Damon said coming into Stefan's room.
"I guess I've been too busy with other things lately," Stefan admitted.
"Well, I think it clears your head. It was always good for you. You should make time for it," Damon suggested.
"Is that part of my punishment?" Stefan asked wryly.
"I would not use something you enjoy and turn it into a punishment. Now, I feel like I heard the story of what happened yesterday several times. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Damon said.
"Just that I'm sorry. I think Elena has forgiven me, but I really don't know how she finds it in her heart to still care about me. I'm a failure," Stefan confessed softly as he set his diary aside.
"I do. It's because you are good-hearted and kind. If you continue to talk about yourself in those terms, you are asking for an addition smacking, young man," Damon said smiling.
Stefan smiled, "You asked! But fine, I won't talk about myself like that. Two spankings is enough."
"We could call Lexi and see what she thinks," Damon teased. He waved the red spatula at him.
"Nope, that is okay! So, do you want me over the bed?" Stefan gulped. He had showered and pulled on soft, blue and green plaid flannels and a blue cotton t-shirt. His backside felt warm and a touch itchy, from Elena's ministrations last night.
Damon began to drag over Stefan's high backed armless chair. Stefan prepared himself to bend over it when Damon sat down.
"Damon, I can lean over the chair," Stefan said lightly.
"You can lean over my knees. Unless you want me to skip the warm-up?" Damon answered glibly.
"No! I can't," Stefan moaned. He suddenly felt scared. He clutched his sore cheeks and backed away.
Damon counted, "One." Stefan started to cry. Big tears rolls down his face but he refused to move his hands.
Damon's expression hardened, "Two! You are going to be eating your dinner standing at the mantle, young man!" Stefan cried hard and backed away. Damon stood up slowly. They had done this dance before.
"You sound like Father! Damon, Elena already spanked me. Can't I just stay in my room today? You know...I-I a-ammm so s-sorrrry!" Stefan sobbed and turned to flee.
"Three. Dammit, Stefan. You act like you're getting branded or something. It's a spanking, for God's sake and you earned it. Now, I am really going to blister you! Plus, you are grounded for the next week. Any whining about it and you will get another licking. I don't care how sore your butt is, you are going to learn to obey and trust me," Damon said firmly. He vamped over to Stefan and clutched him by the arm.
Stefan's sobs were now irritating Damon, He was acting like he was four again.
Stefan blubbered, "Don't spank me hard!"
"You are going to feel like you are sitting on a hot stove. Anymore fussing and I'm adding on a bedtime spanking to the grounding. Do not push me," Damon warned. He let go of Stefan's arm and sat down on the chair again. He expected Stefan to accept his licking and not fuss.
Stefan groaned as he removed his hands from his bottom and carefully placed himself over Damon's knees. He braced his fingers against his own hardwood floor. He noticed some dust bunnies near the bed and reminded himself to clean more later. Stefan's cries slowed but a few tears puddled on the floor.
Damon shifted him so his face was almost on the ground and his feet rose from the air. Damon put his right foot on the rung of the chair to raise Stefan's backside up into the perfect position.
Whack!
Damon smacked Stefan powerfully. "Ahhh, Damon! Too hard!" Stefan cried out straightening out his legs. Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!
Stefan panicked and began to kick and try to squirm off his brother's lap. Crack! Crack! For his trouble, he was rewarded with two hard whacks to his sit spots that left him gasping.
"You usually get a little warm up on your bottom but your antics a few minutes ago mean we go right to the main event. Since I have not spanked you in a while, I will let you keep your pants up for a bit," Damon said swatting down hard. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank! Damon was swatting all over.
Pat! Pat! Crack! Crack!
Damon then started spanking in a back and forth pattern, nailing the center of each cheek. Stefan was kicking wildly and yelling for Damon to stop. He could not believe how much more this burned than the whacks from Elena last night on his wet behind. He knew Damon was still no where near using his full vampire strength. Whack! Whack!
"Stop! P-Please, it hurtssss, tooo bad," Stefan yelped as Damon quickened the swats. Stefan's spanking was into the third minute and Stefan could not take anymore.
"You do not order me to stop your spanking! Yes, it hurts. You hurt someone. Now button your sassy lip and take the spankin' that you earned," Damon insisted as he continued to spank Stefan on the seat of his flannels. Damon's hand was stinging.
"Y-Yes, s-ssssir," Stefan cried. Damon paused. He patted Stefan's behind lightly twice.
"Okay, these pants need to come down. I need to see what I am doing," Damon informed him.
"No!" Stefan screamed now kicking and flailing violently. Crack! Crack!
"You need to settle down in the corner!" Damon warned. He hauled Stefan up and grabbed his hands so he could not rub. He marched his misbehaving little brother over to the corner. Damon spotted a small rough stool and moved it into the corner. Stefan's face was beet red, streaked with tears, and pitiful looking.
"S-Sorrrrry, Damon," Stefan hiccuped.
"I know," Damon said as he guided Stefan into the corner and then ordered him to put his hands on his head. Damon pulled down Stefan's pajama pants. He was not wearing underwear. Stefan danced from foot to foot as the material grazed his sore bum.
"Nooooo," Stefan cringed. "Owwwww!"
It was a healthy pink. Damon brought his palm down on both cheeks, which caused Stefan to howl.
"Settle down. Now you are going to sit on this stool and think of what got you here. You have been needing a spanking a long time and I let it go. Now, butt on the stool. No squirming," Damon said sharply.
Stefan reluctantly and carefully sat on the stool. The rough wood felt like sandpaper to his twice spanked posterior. He lowered his hands and cried into his hands.
Damon put a hand on his shoulder, "Now, do not move."
Stefan cleared his throat and choked out, "Yes, Damon." Stefan could not help but wiggling a little.
Damon went back over to the chair and picked up the spatula...He felt like this was not going to cut it on its own. He looked around Stefan's room. On Stefan's desk, he found a heavy wooden ruler amongst other office tools. Damon picked it up, that would be poetic justice.
Damon went over and sat back on the chair. "Stefan, are you ready to behave and take your spanking like a good boy?"
"D-Damon, it h-hurts," Stefan stammered.
"Is that a 'yes', baby Bro," Damon prompted.
"Y-Yes, s-sir," Stefan said softly.
"Okay, then come over here. Leave your pants down," Damon reminded him.
Stefan got up and balled his hands in fists to not touch his rear or cover his front. He knew what Damon expected, though he did not like it. Shuffling back to the chair with his pajama pants at his knees felt like a long walk, but he did it, albeit slowly.
Damon patted his lap and this time he ordered Stefan out of his pants before he got over his lap.
Stefan stepped out of flannels and got back over. Damon arranged him again and made sure to tightly hold him with his left arm. He didn't want his brother to actually end up on the floor.
Stefan whined, "D-Damon, please." Damon sighed and sharply smacked the pink cheeks in front of him over and over. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack.
This time Damon concentrated on the center of Stefan's bottom and spanked him hard in the same spot until Stefan was kicking wildly again. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack. After a half a minute, Damon picked up the spatula.
"This is all I was going to spank you with until I had to count to three," Damon revealed. He tapped the utensil on Stefan's right cheek before smacking it down. Whack! He followed with the left. Whack! He gave Stefan eight more a little lower. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
Stefan wailed and tried to rock his hips from side to side, but the spatula found every spot on his behind. The sting was raw and burning. He was feeling hoarse from crying and tired from kicking. Stefan tried to bring up his hand to protect his butt, but he slipped forward more. This only gave Damon better access to his sit spots. Stefan heard Damon lecturing him but couldn't process the words. Soon, Damon paused. Stefan thought it was over and relaxed. Then, he felt another cool tap across both cheeks. He couldn't see, but he figured out what it was.
"Not the ruler!" Stefan begged.
"You asked for it when you wouldn't obey. Hush," Damon said cracking it down across the top of Stefan's thighs. Damon normally didn't spank this low, but Stefan's behind was a dull red and he had a ways to go. Damon walloped his little brother's thigh as much as he could and then ran another circuit. Stefan finally collapsed in exhaustion and just took the sharp whacks.
Damon noticed Stefan's behind was healing a little, but stuck to his thighs. After a few more minutes of hard swats raining up and down, Damon heard a breakthrough.
Stefan broke down, "I'm sorry. I w-wanted to be someone else. I wanted everyone to like me so Elena would be proud of me. Then, I-I hurt Elena for it. I'll never do it again!"
Damon stopped swatted, dropped the ruler, and rubbed Stefan's thigh's carefully.
"She loves you for who you are. Stefan, you are enough. She is proud of you. We need to you to believe that. If it takes me paddling you over my knee everyday until you get it, we can do that," Damon warned.
"No! I get it. And I don't need p-paddled ever again. I'm too old," Stefan sniffed.
"When you learn to behave, then you will be too old. Okay, buddy?" Damon said softly. He got Stefan up gently. Stefan immediately felt into Damon's arms. Damon led him to the unmade bed and got in himself. He pulled his brother to him on his side and hugged him.
Stefan's wiped at his face and looked at Damon with big questioning eyes. Damon knew what he needed to hear.
"No one is mad at you, okay, Stef. We love you enough to wallop you, even when it is hard for us to do," Damon whispered. "You know you need this sometimes." Damon patted Stefan's thigh lightly.
"We love you ...?" Stefan said questioningly.
"I love you, okay. Shh, close your eyes. I know you didn't sleep all that great last night," Damon smiled.
Stefan laughed, "Damon, I can't fool you, can I? Am I still grounded? I mean a whole week?"
"I am not going to answer that. But you can have visitors, you just can't leave," Damon determined.
"Oh, do I have an early bedtime?" Stefan frowned.
"Yup, 9pm. Any sass and that early bedtime will be accompanied by a licking. I might have Elena bring the paddle with her in case you act up. You need to learn that you are not in charge. You do better that way, don't you?" Damon said stroking Stefan's light hair.
"I guess," Stefan said cheekily. Damon raised his hand.
"Is your behind not sore enough?" Damon asked with raised eyebrows.
Stefan said, "No, it is. Yes, sir. I do better when you are in charge!"
"Good. Now, shut your eyes. You're tired," Damon said with emotion.
"Damon?" Stefan almost whispered.
"Yeah, Buddy?" Damon said looking at his always 17 year old brother with his bright blue eyes.
"I love you, too," Stefan reminded him.
"I know," Damon said as he leaned over and kissed Stefan on the forehead. Now, all felt well again in Mystic Falls.