Pairing: Klaus/Rebekah (M/F) hairbrush
Rebekah/Klaus (F/M) hairbrush
"The best thing about having four big brothers is you always have someone to do something for you." — Chloe Moretz
Klaus' Mansion
Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010
Greta had such lovely things, Rebekah though, fingering another leather tank top in a rich claret color. The color or blood. Rebekah also had fun playing in the late witch's make-up and jewelry bad, though she was not sure what some of the items were. There were so many sprays and powders. It wasn't like Greta had smallpox scars to hide, why did she need so many cosmetics. Odd.
When Rebekah found the large black paddle brush she knew exactly what she would use it for, or whom, she corrected. To her, it was only a few years ago when her domineering brother had paddled the daylights out of her for wearing trouser pants. She was still furious.
Chicago, 1920
"Rebekah, you either start behaving or I'm going to enroll you in the Girls' Boarding School down the street, do you understand?" Klaus snarled. They lived in an apartment building in the heart of the city. He thought it was enough of a change from New Orleans, while also providing a good hiding spot. They had to keep a low profile, though. Mikael was never far from Klaus' thoughts.
Rebekah smirked, "Niklaus, you are my brother, not my father. Which may be a good thing since Father wants to kill us. Anyway, it is 6am, I am just getting home so please shut up and let me sleep." She threw her handbag down on the shoddy sofa and kicked up her shoes on the threadbare carpet. This was not the style they were accustomed to, but it had to work.
Klaus fumed, "If I were your father, I'll put you over my knee and give you a spanking! We will talk about this later when you are sober."
"A spanking? Ha, try it, old man. I may not be as strong as you, but I am still an Original vampire. Now, bugger off, Nik," Rebekah said pushing her angry blond brother aside. A spanking, what a fool he was.
"You would not be behaving like this if Elijah were here!" Klaus shouted to an empty room. He sat down on the couch and put his heads in his head. He had lost his brother and his son, and his city. Rebekah was all Klaus had now. He could not lose her, too.
Next day
Klaus was reading the newspaper when Rebekah came to the table.
"Good morning," she said primly.
"Good morning? It's 4pm, luv," Klaus said putting down the newspaper.
"Oh, it is. I was tired. We had a fine time at the club last night. Imogene got so drunk that...," Rebekah stopped when she saw the look on Klaus' face.
"I do not like this new suffragette friends of yours, Rebekah. I am glad you have made friends and are out of bed, but Father is looking for us. These rabble rousers are likely to get put in the paper or worse!" Klaus insisted.
"But it is not right. Woman need the vote, Niklaus. I know you agree with that. If I cannot fight for what is right, then what is the point?" Rebekah argued.
"Sweetheart, you know I do agree and I believe woman are equal, if not superior to man. What concerns me is you getting caught up in some sweep and end up in the paper? Then, we have to start all over again," Klaus said tiredly. "We are just getting settled here. I am hoping Elijah can join us soon."
"Elijah is in bloody Europe! Marcel is dead. I am not leaving Chicago. I don't care what the hell happens, Nik. I don't care," Rebekah sobbed. Klaus got up and embraced her. She pushed him away, but he persisted.
"Please, Sister. I beg you. Behave and lay low. You can have fun, but do not do anything to call attention to yourself. Elijah and ...him...would not want you to suffer so," Klaus said kissing her head.
"You cannot even say his name! It was Marcel and father killed him," Rebekah broke away and ran back to her room weeping. Klaus went out to the balcony and cried himself. No, he could not say his name aloud, he could barely think it. It was too painful.
One Week Later
Klaus woke up suddenly on the couch at 11:20 pm. He had stored up several bottles of whiskey before prohibition went into effect and had drank one. He must have passed out. Yet Klaus didn't really pass out, had Rebekah drugged him. He sniffed the remnants in the bottle. Was that vervain with a touch of wolfsbane? He was alarmed. What was that girl up to?
Klaus dressed and went to search several clubs he knew Rebekah and her new friends liked. He, himself, had no heart for partying.
After almost giving up, Klaus spotted a blond haired girls, but almost turned away in laugher. How ludicrous! Rebekah would never wear men's trouser pants in public. Then, his Original vampire hearing picked up on, "Oh, I can stay up all night. My brother doesn't care. He's too drunk to move off the couch."
Klaus felt his blood boil. He took a deep breath and walked slowly to wear his sister and her friends were drinking and causing a scene. A man was approaching, "Are you gents having fun?"
Rebekah snickered, "Fuck off, bastard."
"Bastard, eh? I thought you only used that word on me?" Klaus said clamping a hand on Rebekah's bicep.
"Niklaus! I thought you were...sleeping?" Rebekah gasped.
"Drugging me? Nice try. Now, let's go. That bloke over there snapping pictures is from the Chicago Sun. I don't want to have to kill him," Klaus said pulling her.
"I am not coming!" Rebekah said haughtily digging her heels into the grounds. Her friends were staring with open mouths shock. They didn't know Rebekah's brother was so good looking. She had made him sound like a fat, bloated ogre, not a young, blond man about town.
"Sister, I have no qualms sitting down right here and putting you over my knee. How would that look for your feminist reputation? Now, stop acting like a petulant child before you get punished like one," Klaus warned.
Rebekah frowned, "You wouldn't!"
"I would! When we get home, you are going right to your bedroom to be spanked. Do you understand?" Klaus asked in a menacing voice.
Rebekah glanced at her friends and noticed they were listening to every word. She said that her brother was serious and she nodded. One friend, Jean, tried to pull Rebekah away from Klaus. She begged, "It's fine, Jean. He won't hurt me. You girls have fun."
"Let's go," Klaus said pulling her out of the smoky club. A few more men made rude comments about Rebekah's trousers, but Klaus ignored them.
When they got back to their flat, Rebekah was whimpering and the kohl and mascara from her heavy eye make up was running down her face.
"Go wash off that make up and change for bed. I need to calm down before I deal with you," Klaus said heavily.
"Nik, you can't mean to do this! I'm too old," Rebekah argued.
"Darling, you look 16 years old and are acting much younger. Now march in their and scrub that paint off your face. Then, I am going to spank your bottom and send you to bed. Elijah is not here to stop me," Klaus comment dryly.
"He would never let you spank me!" Rebekah wept.
"There were a few times we had serious discussions about it. Now, go, before I give you a preview," Klaus ordered sternly. Rebekah stomped her foot in frustration and tried to kick Klaus.
Her turned her to the side and swatted the seat of her trousers several times in a row. Pow! Pow! Pow! The force lifted her off her feet and caused Rebekah to clutch her behind and run off to the bathroom.
Rebekah slammed the door and wailed. Her bottom was aflame and she tugged down her pants to check the damage. Klaus' hard swats had barely left a pink mark. Rebekah was horrified to see her face in the mirror. She did scrub her face and changed into the thin, white shift hanging on the back of the door. Under Rebekah wore a vest-chemise of silk crêpe de chine with matching step-in pantaloons. Rebekah did not think Klaus would carry through with the spanking, but she was tempted to put another set of pantaloons on. But it was not to be.
Klaus was sitting on Rebekah's bed when she came out of the bathroom.
"Have you calmed down?" Klaus asked. Rebekah noticed her was holding her heavy wooden hairbrush.
"Yes, Nik. I have. I am sorry. I know I am have been acting like a spoiled brat. Maybe I do deserve a spanking, but can't I have one more chance?" Rebekah asked softly, hoping to sway him with sympathy.
"No, luv," Klaus said sadly. He vamped up and grabbed her. Without preamble, Klaus sat back down on the bed and began to paddle her over her shift and pantaloons. Wham! Whack! Whap! Whack! Whack! Rebekah could not believe the overwhelming, shocking pain. She screamed and hollered loud enough that she wondered if someone would call the police. Klaus kept spanking, though. Rebekah kicked and cried until there was nothing left. She finally lay limp over his lap, promising, "I will never wear trousers again," Klaus tossed down the brush and gathered her in his arms rocking her. He held her until she fell asleep.
The next day, they did not talk about the spanking. Klaus offered to escort her to a club and they met a young fellow named Stefan.
Klaus' Mansion
Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010
Klaus shivered when he heard Rebekah come in. Finn left and Elijah let her in.
"Brother, it is time," Elijah said.
Klaus' face colored, "Elijah, you need not stay for this. I'm sure you have other matters to attend to."
Elijah looked at Rebekah and then back at Klaus, "Of course. Call me if you need me."
Rebekah smiled, "I've been angry all day about the time you paddled with my own hairbrush for wearing trousers."
Klaus smiled back, "Luv, you know I didn't do it because of the trousers. You drugged me and almost ended up in the newspaper. Father could have been tipped off by his network of spies. And you defied me."
"I know. It's funny how anger clouds your judgment. I was not really mad at you, but about the situation, I suppose. I am sorry I gave you such a hard time," Rebekah said twisting the hairbrush in her hands.
"I am sorry how I handled that, too. I should have talked to you more about things. Then, we met Stefan and things just went from there," Klaus admitted.
"I suppose until I was faced with doing this to you tonight, I never realized what it was like," Rebekah said raising her eyes to Klaus. She flipped back her long blond hair. "You know even when I want to kill you, I would kill anyone else who hurts you."
"Does this mean you are not going to pummel me tonight with that thing?" Klaus said eyeballing the hefty looking hairbrush.
"No, I'm still going to smack your bottom for daggering me for another bloody century, but then I think I can forgive you. Nik, I am doing this because you are my brother and I know you did what you did out of love, a warped sense of love, but love all the same," Rebekah said.
"Where you you want me? Finn nearly took off my hide with his hard hand, just to inform you," Klaus said rubbing his backside without shame.
Rebekah pointed to the bed with the hairbrush, "I shall do to you, as you done to me, Nik. I am sorry."
Klaus gulped, "I should have paddled you a good deal lighter that night."
"No, Nik. You gave me what I deserved, but I did not enjoy it. Nor did I enjoy sitting the next day," Rebekah admitted.
"That other time I spanked you...It wasn't as bad?" Klaus asked.
Rebekah confessed, "Not at all. The first time was a real shocker, though. Enough delay. Over my lap. As you will finish, the hairbrush can turn the thickest flannel to silk with a few sturdy pops."
Rebekah sat and waited for Klaus to get over her lap. As he did with her, she began to spank him hard and fast using her wrist to flick down the brush with a satisfying snap. He began to wiggle his behind enough that she realized that she needed to restrain him more. She looked her arm over his back which also pinned his arms in place. The solid flat surface of the brush whacking over his already sore cheeks was too much for Klaus. He found himself bouncing and trying to protect his bottom with his feet.
"Stop twisting or I'm going to take down your pants!" Rebekah warned.
"No!" Klaus shouted. He didn't know if she realized that he had no underwear on. His bottom ached now and felt like it was on fire. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Rebekah was paddling steadily from cheek to cheek. When Klaus bounced to much, she lower the brush to his thighs and sit spots, but then worked her way back up to the fullest part of his bottom. After having to restrain him even harder, she decided to make good on her threat.
"Lift up. You're getting your bare behind spanked. I warned you to stay still. Don't make me call Elijah or Kol," Rebekah warned firmly. Klaus was crying, but obeyed and felt his pants slip don't again. What the hell did he even wear pants? Crack! Crack!
"I can't help it. Just bloody stop!" Klaus shouted desperately.
Rebekah swatted his red cheeks hard as Klaus continued to kick and try to shift off her lap. After two minutes of paddling, she stopped and rubbed the brush over his rear.
"I'm going to give you a few more hard smacks. I want to hear you say you are sorry and that you will not dagger any of us again. Then, Elijah said you are to go straight to bed," Rebekah informed him.
"No, more please. I am sorry!" Klaus yelped as Rebekah popped down the brush smartly on his aching sit spots and then back to his red cheeks. Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!
Klaus was crying hard enough that he didn't realize she had stopped.
"I am sorry and I won't d-do it e-ever a-again," Klaus said with some effort. Rebekah pulled up his pajama pants which caused Klaus to hiss with pain, but also relief that his sister was no longer looking at his bare bottom.
"All done, Brother. I love you. Today is a new day," Rebekah said softly. She rubbed his sore rear softly and let him settle down before getting him to move.
"Love y-you, too," Klaus replied tiredly.
Rebekah urged him to crawl into his bed and she tucked him in and kissed him on the head. She patted his back until he fell asleep. Elijah came in.
"He's sleeping," Rebekah said quietly.
"How are you?" Elijah asked.
"Good. I feel better, but that was hard, too. I guess you can't really understand that until you do it. And for all those years, I was so angry at him for smacking me over wearing trousers, but it had nothing to do about the trousers," Rebekah mused.
"Living here can either bring us together again, or tear us apart. We need to communicate better, even when it's hard," Elijah suggested.
"You're going to stay here with him, aren't you?" Rebekah asked.
"Just in case he wakes up. He really had a trying 48 hours," Elijah defended.
"You're a good brother," Rebekah said kissing him on the cheek.
Rebekah took the hairbrush and made her way back to her bedroom, which had been Greta's. Kol was waiting for her.
"You didn't wear out your arm on him, did you?" Kol said.
Rebekah faltered, "No, but Kol, I'm never doing that again." Kol hugged her.
"Me, either. It was awful," Kol said.
Rebekah cried, "I guess if I did it right, I shouldn't have to repeat the lesson. Right?"
"Right? Come on, this is a big estate. Finn is down by the lake. Let's go join him. It's really beautiful here. Sister, we're home again," Kol smiled.
"Yes, we are, aren't we?" Rebekah said following him out.