Pairing: Bonnie/Jeremy (f/m) hand, bath brush
"Drugs are a waste of time. They destroy your memory and your self-respect and everything that goes along with your self esteem."
― Kurt Cobain
Mystic Falls, Virginia
Steven's Quarry
Since his parents went over Wickery Bridge and drowned, Jeremy felt empty inside. But even before they had died, Jeremy had been a little depressed. He just did not fit in with the other kids in Mystic Falls. He wasn't athletic like Matt or Tyler, or smart like his dad, or a writer like his sister. All Jeremy really had was his art and since the night when his aunt had come in his room crying and told him the news, he had not drawn a thing. He had lost his inspiration, he had almost lost his mind.
Then, he had thrown himself into being the cool stoner boy for Vicky. She had taken Jeremy's virginity and he had fallen in love with her. He thought if he gave her drugs and love, he could save her. But no, she still ran to Lockwood every time she could, even though he treated her like shit. Then, she died.
So Jeremy decided to just tune out and smoke as much as he could. Jenna was distracted with Mr. Saltzman, his history teacher. Elena was distracted with her boyfriend and his asshole brother. The only people who paid any attention to Jeremy at all were Bonnie and weirdly, Tyler Lockwood. Vicky's death had given them something in common. But now, even Tyler had a new girlfriend in Caroline.
"Jeremy!" Bonnie yelled in his face.
"What, man?" Jeremy blinked. He was leaning up against a tree. The beer mixed with the pot had given him a heavy buzz.
"Come on, help us with the stuff. We're leaving," Bonnie snapped.
"Oh, okay. I'm coming. Give me a minute," Jeremy said casually. He just wanted to chill, but Bonnie did not seem in the mood to fool around. Not after what had happened with Elena.
"What's Elena?" Jeremy asked looking around.
"Jeremy, what? She left with Stefan. Don't you remember? You walked with us to the car. Look at me! How messed up are you?" Bonnie asked.
"Bonnie, I'm fine," Jeremy said slowly.
"Look at me!" Bonnie demanded. "You are high! What are you on?"
"I don't really know. Some kid gave me a blunt, it might have been laced with something," Jeremy admitted. He did feel odd.
Bonnie sighed, "Caroline, Tyler, and Matt just left. Damon! Can you come here a second?"
"No, not that guy! He's such a dick," Jeremy complained.
Damon strode up to the younger brother of his brother's girl and Bonnie, "Yes, Bon, how may I be of service?"
Bonnie sighed, "Can you check him out? I think he smoked something weird. Like a blunt laced with something? He seems out of it. I'm worried."
Damon went over to Jeremy, "Where is the blunt, Jeremy? Where did you throw it?"
Jeremy whined, "I don't remember." Damon looked at Bonnie and she grabbed Jeremy's wrist and removed his vervain bracelet. Damon repeated the question, now compelling the high teen.
"Under that tree," Jeremy said pointing to a nearby shrub. Damon used his vampire senses to find the remnants of the blunt and sniffed it.
Damon smirked, "I don't believe it."
Bonnie frowned, "What, Damon?"
"It's marijuana soaked in embalming fluid. I can smell it," Damon said shaking his head. He tossed the butt of the blunt back on the ground and gave Jeremy a puzzled look.
"Jeremy, why would you smoke something like that? It could have been PCP or LSD, for God's sake! What is wrong with you?" Bonnie said shaking the stoned boy.
"I don't know, Bonnie. I'm just sad," Jeremy whispered.
Bonnie turned to Damon, "I'm going to take him to my house to sober up. Damon, can you do me a favor? Can you compel him to obey me for like the next 24 hours? I could use my magic on him, but I would rather not for what I have in mind."
Damon was surprised, Bonnie rarely asked him for anything, "For you, Queen Bonnie, I will. Just don't tell Elena."
"Fine," Bonnie smiled. She could keep one tiny secret from her best friend if it got her brother off drugs.
Damon looked deeply into Jeremy's eyes, "You will listen to Bonnie's orders. If she tells you to cluck like a chicken, you will cluck like a chicken. You will do what she tells you for the next day."
Jeremy repeated the statement and then Bonnie replaced his vervain bracelet.
"Thanks, Damon. I guess you can be pretty cool sometimes," Bonnie smiled.
"Hey, don't go ruining my reputation. You need help getting this little punk into your car?" Damon said pointing his thumb at Jeremy.
"Fuck you, Damon!" Jeremy fumed. Bonnie shook her head and said she had it covered.
Bonnie dug in Jeremy's bag for pants and a sweatshirt. She told him to put those over his swim trunks. Jeremy obeyed.
"Jeremy, go get in my car," Bonnie said testing to see if he was really compelled. "Take your bag."
"Okay, Bonnie. I'm getting in your car," Jeremy said to his surprise. He had been so tired. He just wanted to sleep on this tree. Why was he getting in Bonnie's car? He had the bag with his clothes in it. Why was he taking his bag?
Damon held back Bonnie a second, "I know it may not be my place, but that kid is looking for someone to care about him and set some limits. He is out of control. A little tough love may be in order. Call me if you need me."
"Damon, are you saying what I think you are?" Bonnie said squirting her eyes.
"Look, Bonnie. Sometimes people need to know that there are consequences for their actions. He lost his parents, his girlfriend, and in a way his sister to my brother. You might be the only person willing to set him straight. That aunt isn't going to say boo," Damon added.
"Jenna is hardly older than Elena, Damon. It's not her fault," Bonnie defended.
Damon put up his hands, "I know. I am just saying that Jeremy needs to know that if he pulls this crap, someone cares. And right now, you might be that only person. I can't do it. He doesn't even like me."
"Because you are a dick to him, Damon," Bonnie smiled.
"I know. But I'm serious, Bonnie. He needs someone to show him that they care. His life is in the balance," Damon said putting a hand on Bonnie's shoulder and then turning away.
Bonnie went to the car troubled by what she had to do.
Bennett/Wilson Residence
"Jeremy, we're at my house. Wake up," Bonnie said gently. The teen had passed out the whole car ride home. It was only 5pm. Bonnie was hoping to get some food in Jeremy and get him to bathe before letting him pass out for the night. There was also the thing Damon had suggested. If only her Grams was around to ask for advice, but she was on a conference trip.
"Where's your dad?" Jeremy groaned getting out of the car.
"Business trip, of course," Bonnie quipped lightly. "I'm used to it."
"Cool," Jeremy said. "Jenna is with Mr. Saltzman this weekend. Um, Bon, why didn't you take me home?"
"I don't want Elena to see you like this. I'll text her that you are staying here because I'm afraid to be alone. She knows Grams is away this week," Bonnie said quickly.
Jeremy was dizzy. "Whoa, is the room spinning?"
"Go sit on the couch. I'll make us something to eat and get some fluids in you. Then, you can wash off that pond funk and go to bed," Bonnie informed him.
Jeremy repeated what she said and Bonnie remembered that he had to do exactly what she said for 24 hours.
"Jer, do you remember what Elena and I told you at Vicky's memorial service if you got into drugs again, what we'd do?" Bonnie asked suddenly.
Jeremy flushed and against his will heard himself answer, "Yeah, you two said you would beat my ass if I ever touch that garbage again. I was so embarrassed because you said it right in front of Tyler and he was laughing. Then, it was like he remembered about Vicki and got sad again."
"Yeah, I did say that, didn't I?" Bonnie remembered. "Got sit on the couch. Do you mind leftover chicken parm? I also made a cake. I want you to drink a lot of water, too."
Jeremy sat down and Bonnie served them dinner in front of the tv. They watched some old movie and talked about anything except their lives.
"Are you sobering up?" Bonnie asked as Jeremy stood to help her clear the plates.
"Nah, I'm still a little dizzy," Jeremy said sitting back down.
"That's okay. I'm going to run you a bath. I don't want you falling over in the shower because you are so dizzy. Then, we're going to have a real serious talk about your behavior. You understand?" Bonnie asked firmly.
Jeremy was compelled to answer, "Yes, Bonnie. It sounds like you are going to spank me or something!"
Bonnie herself flushed to hear it spoken aloud, "You were warned. Now, drink that water up and I'll call you in moment. You can sit here and think about why you are getting your butt heated up in a little while."
Jeremy wanted to flee and go home but could not get off the couch or stop drinking the water. He had to think about why he was going to get spanked until Bonnie called him to the bathroom.
"You can use the bathroom, then take off your dirty clothes, and get in the bathtub. I put your clean clothes there for you. I'll give you a couple of minutes before we talk," Bonnie said brusquely.
Jeremy noticed that a towel, his briefs, socks, another t-short and shorts were neatly folder for him on the counter. He had packed the extra clothes in his lake bag. Since he had failed to do his laundry all his boxers were in the laundry and all that was clean were some old pair of briefs from years back. Jeremy felt his neck burn with humiliation. Bonnie noticed his discomfit.
"What's wrong, Jer?" Bonnie said in a gentler tone.
Jeremy started to shake his head but found himself answering, "I usually wear boxers, but I didn't have any that were clean."
"Well, you are old enough to keep up with your laundry, young man! And that is a silly thing to worry about. No one cares about your underpants!" Bonnie smirked.
"The guys at school would laugh. Um, they all wear boxers. You know, it's not cool to wear the other kind...," Jeremy admitted.
"Jeremy, stop worrying about what other people think. Be your own person. You are unique and that is why I like you. Now, I'm going to leave you get in the tub. Make sure you use the toilet first, you've been drinking a lot of water," Bonnie cautioned. She was not sure how far Damon's compelling would go. She didn't want Jeremy to have an accident because she wouldn't let him go to the bathroom.
Bonnie went and cleaned up the dinner dishes. She texted Elena but knew she was busy with Stefan. She was surprised she didn't hear from Caroline or Matt, but she remembered they had invited her to Tyler's mansion to hang out.
"Bonnie, I'm in the tub," Jeremy called out. He sounded like a little boy to her. She went back in the bathroom. She was pleased that Jeremy had put his dirty clothes in the hamper as least. She had added bubbles to the tub.
"Still feeling out of it?" Bonnie asked sitting on the toilet seat.
"Yeah, a little. Bonnie, I shouldn't have smoked that stuff. I'm sorry," Jeremy said miserably.
"Well, your behind is going to be smoking in a little while and I imagine you are going to be real sorry," Bonnie chided.
Jeremy started to cry and backed away, "No, please. I've never really been spanked. I'm scared!"
"Jeremy Gilbert, I was there the night that your dad dug out that paddle from the box after you and Dennis Flynn got suspended about the chorus concert. He said he was going to wear out the seat of your slacks. You had run up to your room already. Elena and I were sitting right there giggling at the table and your mom threatened to paddle us next if we didn't knock it off," Bonnie recalled. "I don't know why but we found the word 'slacks' hilarious."
"Yeah, well, my dad made me lean over the bed and swatted me like three times. It didn't even hurt. Then, he hugged me and told me he loved me. The worst part was I had to keep that stupid paddle in my room, but I kinda knew he'd never use it again. My dad was a healer, not someone who could hurt, even out of love," Jeremy sniffed as tears dripped down his face.
"You dad was the best, Jeremy. Mom, too. But, I gotta be honest, there were times you were a real brat. I think if Miranda knew your dad was going to go easy on you, she would have done the spanking herself for once, she was so pissed that night. I mean, you guys ruined the concert and got suspended," Bonnie pointed out.
Jeremy smiled sadly as he wiped away his tears, "I know, Bonnie. I got away with everything. I am ashamed of myself. My parents would be so disappointed at how I've treated everyone, Jenna, Elena, my teachers, myself...I hate myself!"
Bonnie crouched down, "Hey, we're going to finish this bed and take care of this. I swear when I'm done with you, you won't be about to say the word 'pot' again. Now, let's wash your hair."
"I'm not a baby," Jeremy protested weakly. "I can do it."
"Stop. Do as I tell you unless you want your wet butt smacked right now," Bonnie warned. She got a plastic pitcher and washed Jeremy's hair just like she did the kids down the street from her Grams' that she sometimes babysat. Then, she soaped up the wash cloth and gave it to Jeremy to scrub himself. Bonnie recalled that her dad had something that may come in handy in his bathroom. She had bought it for him in a kit for father's day with a shaving kit, but he never used it.
"Scrub up. I'm going to get something," Bonnie ordered.
"Yes, Bonnie," Jeremy said dutifully. He had never washed so thoroughly in his life. Bonnie had made him scrub behind his ears and behind his neck.
Bonnie returned with a wooden bath brush. She removed the tags.
"I'll scrub some of that lake algae off your back," Bonnie joked wetting the brush part and soaping it up.
"Bonnie, please don't spank me! Drugs are the only thing that help me get through the day," Jeremy whined suddenly. Bonnie felt a sudden spike of temper.
"I've had it with your lip. Get on your knees and lean forward," Bonnie demanded. To Jeremy's horror, he obeyed exposing his bare wet, soapy behind to Bonnie. Jeremy leaned forward and rested his hands on the cold tile of the bathtub. She patted his rear with the smooth flat end of the bath brush and then lifted it slightly. Tap! Tap! With just a little bit of a swing, she brought it down on Jeremy's butt.
Whack. Whack. His bottom was pink from the warm water, but two red circles appeared where the brush smacked him.
"Ouch! Ouch!" Jeremy yelled out at each swat. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Bonnie gave him three whacks on each cheek and was satisfied that even the lightest taps were getting through to him.
"You will get a paddling from now on, every time you smoke a joint, pipe, cigarette or anything else. You take a pill that is a drug or snort or shoot up something and I will whup your behind until you cannot sit for a week. Is that clear?" Bonnie was tapping the brush on both cheeks.
"Yes!" Jeremy almost screamed. "I am done with drugs!"
"Yes, you are!" Bonnie said giving him two more pops a little lower on his bottom cheeks. This caused him to screech and throw back his hands to protect his flaming buttocks.
"I am sorry," Jeremy now sobbed.
"Move your hands," Bonnie said sternly.
Again, to Jeremy consternation, he had to removed his hands and got two more whacks in the exact same spots that caused him to howl. POP! POP!
"Jer, I am not even swatting you hard. If you are going to be a bad boy, you better toughen up this bum because we are just getting started," Bonnie said. "Now, you can sit back down and we'll finish your bath. Then, you will get your spanking and go to bed."
"Get my spanking? My butt is burning so bad, Bonnie," Jeremy sobbed.
"Honey, you brought this on yourself by doing drugs you got from some weirdo at the lake. You didn't even know what you were smoking. How were you planning to get home? What if we needed you? A little beer is one thing but you were blitzed. Let's rinse," Bonnie said pouring clean water over Jeremy.
Bonnie stood up, "Now, you can go to the bathroom again if you need to. I can leave."
Jeremy shook his head, "I don't have to go again."
"I'll get a towel," Bonnie said. "I think we go into the bedroom for your spanking. I'll carry your clothes."
Bonnie realized that Jeremy was worse off than she thought. She now understood that Damon was right. He needed limited and consequences, she cared about Jeremy and had to force herself to continue this.
Jeremy stood up and Bonnie wrapped him in a big fluffy towel and helped him out of the bathtub. She grabbed his clothes and the bath brush. His eyes widened and he began to sniffle again at the realization that he was going to get it worse. Bonnie led Jeremy into the spare bedroom. There was a double bed in there where Grams slept when she stayed. Typically, Bonnie stayed at Grams' house.
"Can I get dressed?" Jeremy whimpered. He wanted to rub his sore behind, but he didn't want to drop the towel. "I'm cold."
"No, I will heat you up in one minute," Bonnie said. She turned down the bed and sat down on the bedspread. She had brought a smaller dry towel and laid it across her lap. Jeremy was shivering.
Bonnie changed her mind and told Jeremy to put on his t-shirt. She averted her eyes. The t-shirt was long enough to give him some privacy, but Jeremy stretched it down further modestly, as he had dropped the towel. Bonnie then beckoned him over to her and made him lay flat over her lap. She removed the towel after he was flat over. She pulled up the t-shirt and patted his damp, pink behind.
"These buns are gonna be hot outta the oven soon," Bonnie quipped. Jeremy groaned.
"Sorry, Jer. I do hate to do this. You know I love you. I just can't let you throw your life away because of drugs. You know, I catch Matt crying sometimes and I don't even think he realizes it. He's so sad over Vicky. Do you want that for us?" Bonnie said landing the first crack across both of Jeremy's twin globes. Wham! His toes curled and straightened. Wham!
Bonnie swatted slowly now as she lectured. From time to time, she made Jeremy respond. If he did not he got two hard cracks on the top of his thighs that soon had him wiggling. Bonnie began spanking him hard enough that he tried to turn completely to the side. She ordered him to lie flat and keep his hands up front. Then, Jeremy began to try to cover his butt with his feet and she had to order him to keep his feet down. Without Damon compelling him, Bonnie was not sure if she could complete this lesson. After twenty spanks, Bonnie's hand was aching. She lightened her swats, but Jeremy seemed to bounced and holler even more. The heat and sting was burning to a crescendo of unbearable fire on his tender bottom. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Jeremy screamed, "I c-can't t-take it!" He began crying so hard he could hardly breathe. Bonnie knew his bottom was red, but she thought he was being a little dramatic.
"Hush up. We will take a little break," Bonnie rubbed Jeremy's sore behind soothingly.
"Bonnie?" Jeremy almost whispered as he wiped his eyes.
"Yeah, Jer?" Bonnie said now rubbing his thighs. Now was hesitant to continue, but felt like he needed a little more.
"I l-love y-you, too. S-Sorry, I h-have b-been so s-selfish. Y-You are h-here all alone and you n-never complain. I-I am a l-little b-brat. N-No more d-drugs, I p-promise," Jeremy said crying a little.
"Jeremy, hon, I'm not alone. I have you guys. And yeah, you can be a brat, but we are taking care of that right now. After this spanking, you are forgiven and we start fresh. Now, you misbehave again...and well," Bonnie drifted.
Jeremy turned and tried to look at her, which earned him two light smacks. "Owwww!"
"Be honest. Do you feel like knowing you will get a spanking if you act up will be a good incentive for you to behave? Because I have a feeling that Damon is itching to put you over his knee. Especially when you mouth off to Elena. Honestly, there were a few times I thought Stefan wanted to give you a crack himself and you know he's pretty patient," Bonnie admitted.
Jeremy groaned and gritted his teeth to keep himself from saying, "Yessss, if I-I knew I was going to get my butt paddled, I w-would s-start to b-behave. Mr. Saltzman, I mean, R-Ric, warned me that h-he was t-tired of s-seeing me mess up," Jeremy confessed.
"Ric? Whoa, I would not mess with him. He also cares about you, Jeremy. If he found out about this, I bet he would ground you for life or make your write a 10, 000 word research paper on the evils of drugs," Bonnie pointed out.
"Actually, he kind of i-insinuated that he t-thought I n-needed a b-belt to my ass, but h-he was afraid of J-Jenna," Jeremy revealed.
"Wow!" Bonnie said in surprised. "See, a lot of people, care. But you need to care about you or you are going to be sitting very carefully for the rest of your life."
Jeremy was settling down over her lap and she wanted to end this.
"I know, B-Bonnie. I'm g-gonna change. I-I can't take this burning ever again. I feel like my ass is on f-fire," Jeremy groaned.
Bonnie added, "I'm going to paddle you with the brush and then we are done. You are going to bed a new boy, drug free and knowing we care about you."
"Bonnie, I c-can't take more!" Jeremy whined. He couldn't move off her lap or even shift too much, but he started squirming. She spanked him a few times hard with her hand.
"Stay still! You earned this," Bonnie insisted. She picked up the bath brush, it still felt a little damp and placed it on Jeremy's red behind. He made a whining noise in his throat and clenched.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
She paddled him five times hard on each cheek and despite her admonition to stay still, he was still bouncing up and down on her lap and kicking. The paddling refreshed the sting and Jeremy howled with new vigor.
He screamed, "Never a-again! P-Please, I-I learned my l-lesson." Jeremy seemed to collapse over her lap and give in to the pain.
"You're all forgiven, Jeremy. You will not touch drugs again. They are a poison. Do not rub your bottom yet. I want the stung to remind you not to misbehave like this again," Bonnie informed him.
Seeing red circles with white centers on each cheek caused her to feel like he had had enough. Bonnie let Jeremy sob a moment and then instructed him to get up and put on his briefs. Bonnie again looked away as Jeremy hissed and fussed as he pulled on the snug briefs. He had not realized that he had grown taller and more muscular the last few months. The seat of his pants truly felt aflame and he wanted nothing more than to rub away the sting.
Jeremy was biting his lip as the fierce sting and bouncing up and down on his heels in agony.
Bonnie giggled a little at his plight, "My word, go ahead and rub already."
Jeremy exhaled and his hands went to his scorched fanny in record time.
"You're lucky. After my dad used to spank me, I used to have to sit in this little time out stool thing in the corner on my bare butt," Bonnie laughed.
Jeremy was surprised, "But you always were so good. I can't believe you ever got in any trouble."
"Why do you think I was so good? My dad was in the military, he tried to make me do push ups and run and Grams almost hit the roof. She goes she's a little girl, not an army recruit. So from then on, I got spankings," Bonnie shared.
Jeremy stopped rubbing and looked at Bonnie with new eyes and a new respect, "Bonnie, when I said I loved you, you know I really meant it. I don't know what I would do without you. Any of us, really."
Jeremy was not ashamed this time of the tears this time or the fact that he had no pants on. Bonnie drove herself into his arms and they hugged tightly. After a few moments, Jeremy realized Bonnie was crying into his chest.
"Hey, why are you crying? I'm the one who got his keister toasted. Hey, Bon, talk to me," Jeremy said pulling her chin up.
"Nothing. It's just I thought we lost you. You know, like to drugs and despair. Jeremy, I may not be a seer in that I can see the future, but I can feel that in Mystic Falls, we are all going to need each other more than ever in the future. I can't say what, but I can feel a dark power coming over all of us. It may even be here now," Bonnie said blinking away tears.
"Shh, Bonnie, tonight. Let's just make the best of what we have. I'm going to put my shorts on and then get into bed. Would you stay with me? I just want to hold you. What you did for me tonight...I feel like you saved my life," Jeremy admitted.
Bonnie brightened, "Yeah, I hope. But I hope you behave because I feel like there are a few others in this town that care enough to also save your life if you step out of line."
Jeremy rubbed his still aching posterior and grinned wryly, "That's Mystic Falls for ya."
Outside the House
Outside in the cool night air, an ancient vampire walked the streets with his witch companion.
"There is great power in this house. A Bennett witch, I believe," the female witch said confidently.
"Descendants from Salem? Impressive. We might be able to use her. Let us do nothing now, Greta. But we may have use of her later," the man said.
"Whatever you say, Klaus," Greta said taking his hand. He smiled and they walked on.