Pairing: Elijah/Tristan (M/M) hand, spoon
Klaus/Lucien(M/M) hand, paddle
1002 A.D., South France
Elijah did notice that the young Count got a few strange looks at he marched him to their bed chamber for punishment. All were wise enough to keep silent and avert their eyes quickly after mumbling a quick, "M'lord" to him or greeting to the young Count.
Elijah noticed the boy was trembling, if he were human, he would think it the cold, but vampires did not feel the weather as keenly as humans. He was frightened. As soon as Elijah opened the door, Tristan's restrained tears broke free.
"I am sorry, Lord 'lijhah, I know y-you t-told me not to w-weep-," Tristan broke down.
Elijah softened, "Come here, lad. I was wrong to say that. It is something my father used to say to me." Elijah opened his armed and Tristan threw himself into them weeping. Elijah felt Tristan's tears soaking into his shirt. This was the first time he ever comforted someone before a thrashing. He gave him a moment and stroked his hair.
"Let us sit a moment and talk," Elijah said after Tristan calmed down.
Tristan obeyed and Elijah kept a reassuring arm around him.
"Can you tell me what got you so upset? Surely, you have had thrashings before. Tell me, Tristan. I cannot help if I do not know what has you so frightened," Elijah acknowledged.
Tristan sniffed, "Father was too busy, but before he got ill, he would order the master-at-arms or my tutors to cane me, or strap me. Sometimes he just got a notion that it had been too long in between beatings, other times he did not care for the look on my face. He disliked it when I was sullen, but if I was happy, he was also irritated by that. I learned to have no expression at all. When he did beat me himself, he just thrashed me until he tired. My sister would scream and try to stop him. Sometimes he would. Then, he would look at me as if he did not know me."
"I promise you that I shall never treat you like that. It is clear though, that you have gone too long without discipline. Tristan, I have come to care about you as a son these last few weeks. Which is odd as you are the age of my youngest brother now," Elijah said softly.
"Kol?" Tristan asked. He thought Kol was older than he was.
"No, our brother Henrik would be about your age. He was killed in our old land by wolves. Henrik was a kind, but curious fellow. A truly sweet child...he had a special love for animals. I suppose since he was the baby, we all had a softness for him. None of us ever raised a hand or our voice to him, which is why I am loathe to let you escape punishment here. I think maybe if we would have made him obey, he would still be alive," Elijah admitted standing up and pacing.
"What do you mean?' Tristan inquired.
"Just that he followed Niklaus out of a cave where we were to hide from the werewolves. Whilst everyone else was asleep, Niklaus snuck out to watch. Henrik followed him and got attacked. He died as a result and our parents turned us into immortals. Niklaus still blames himself, but I also blame myself. I caught Henrik trying to leave once before. I let him off with barely a scolding and the next month, he was gone," Elijah confessed.
"My Lord Elijah, I mourn with you for the loss of your brother. I do trust you and I have grown to love you, too. I weep not out of fear, but out of the shame of failing you," Tristan choked out.
Elijah stopped and stalked over. He leaned down.
"You need not fear the loss of affection from me, dear boy. I promise you although I need to punish you from time to time, it is not because I do not care, but because I do. At seventeen or so summers past, you are still very young. As the lord of this manor and as a vampire, you have many pressures on you. Know that I will be here to guide you. Now, I am going to guide you over my lap for that spanking you are owed," Elijah smiled slightly.
"Just a spanking? With your hand?' Tristan asked anxiously.
Elijah produced the wooden stirrer, he had taken from the table. It had a flat end that was smaller than Elijah's hand.
"This should drive the message home to you about fighting your friends. I got spanked many times with something very similar. I didn't like it at the time, but I eventually learned to mind the rules," Elijah stated. "But I shall start with my hand first." Elijah put the wooden utensil on the bed.
"I shall take it bravely," Tristan vowed.
Elijah smiled. "Do not be so certain, young one. But after your punishment, I suspect you will feel better." Elijah sat on the bed and pulled Tristan over his lap slowly. He pulled up his night tunic to bare him and made sure his upturned bottom was where he wanted it under his right hand. Tristan was clenching and trembling a little. Elijah patted his rear with his palm.
"Do you know why you are getting spanked?" Elijah asked suddenly smacking Tristan's bottom. Whack!
"Arggghhh," Tristan gasped at the strong first blow. "For fighting."
"Lucien was your friend, was he not?" Elijah asked after rubbing Tristan's bottom where the red handprint was. Crack!
"Owwww! Yes, he is my friend. I am n-not v-very k-kind to him sometimes," Tristan blurted out.
Whack! Tristan's legs jerked and he started to try to shift off Elijah's lap. Then, he felt Elijah's arm clamp down over his back. Whack! Whack! Whack!
After the first five hard smacks, Elijah's hand was already stinging. He realized he needed to lighten his blows. whack. whack. whack. He began to spank Tristan's behind all over in a lighter and faster manner.
Tristan's behind was burning. The heat was building and he did not know where the next smack would land. He felt himself start to cry again. He tried to rock his hips and kick, but his behind was locked into place. All he could do was bury his head in the crook of his elbow and try to pray it would be over soon. Almost as if Elijah read his mine, he prompted him.
"What are you feeling?" Elijah asked.
"My behind stings s-so m-much! I cannot t-take i-it," Tristan wailed. Elijah paused and rubbed the pink skin softly.
"We will take a little break, but we are not done," Elijah said calmly.
"Your hand... I am s-surprised it h-hurts so," Tristan sniffed.
"You were never spanked? Not even as a little lad?" Elijah asked in confusion.
"Nay, if I was, I do not recall. I only ever got strapped or caned," Tristan shared. "My mother died birthing my sister when I was but young. I had nurses, but they were old and half-asleep most of the time."
"I am sorry, lad. Those are harsh ways to learn for a boy," Elijah said troubled. "Let us finish."
Tristan gulped and braced himself for a flurry of smacks, but Elijah started out slowly and slowly. This created a slower burn and he could tolerate it without panic. Whack. Whack. Whack.
"I will want you to apologize to Lucien and make up with him. Now that you are vampires, he can someday be your right hand man. He is clever and hardworking. Aye, he can be rude and obnoxious, too. But recall what he has been through. He will learn, as will you," Elijah lectured as he smacked Tristan's sit spots a little firmer.
"Awwww," Tristan gasped.
"I am going to use this spoon. It will smart. Try to hold still the best you can," Elijah said picking up the heavy instrument.
Whap! Whap! He swatted the center of Tristan's right mound and then left sharply.
Whap! Whap!
He began to paddle in a firm, but slow manner until Tristan tried to cover his behind with his feet.
"Down," Elijah said as he simply swatted the uncovered areas. Tristan's broke into hysterics as Elijah paddled hard and fast for the last minute leaving spoon sized red marks all over the lower cheeks where he concentrated the smacks. He only smacked the top of Tristan's thighs a few times.
The whole spanking had been less than ten minutes in duration, with the breaks, but to Tristan it felt like hours.
"Shhh," Elijah put the spoon down and picked up Tristan in his arms. He cuddled him in a way, he had never comforted any of his siblings. He rocked him and wiped his face clean. In surprise, he realized the boy had fallen asleep.
Tap, tap. Niklaus came in.
"He is asleep," Elijah whispered in old Norse. He laid his young vampire charge down on his side in the bed tenderly.
"Brother, how goeth with you?" Klaus inquired when they go out into the hallway.
"The boy was overwrought from shame, Niklaus. He was much abused by the former count. How was Lucien?" Elijah asked.
"Full of sass. I ended up paddling his disobedient bottom in the bath. He got me soaked. I was pretty firm with him. I let Eira put some cream on his behind in the chamber. I am going to have to spank him again tonight, he was so defiant," Klaus mused.
"Eira? The pretty kitchen maid?" Elijah said in surprised.
"Aye, they seem to fancy each other. I felt a little badly about spanking him in front of her, but it seems the custom here," Klaus added.
"Have you seen Kol? I am wondering exactly what we missed when he was alone. Any chance we will get the truth out of him?' Elijah pondered.
"None," Klaus smiled. "Come, let us find the naughtiest of us Mikaelsons and put the screws to him."
"Sure, my arm is not tired yet," Elijah jested.
"Brother, he is getting too old for you to hide, is he not?" Klaus reasoned.
Elijah scoffed, "When he starts behaving, I shall stop turning him over my knee. That is a promise!"
Kol saw them as they turned the corner, "Brothers, I hope you are not speaking of me. I have been a model of morality of late. well, today... now that you showed me how to feed without murder, I shall do even better. But I did have a little slip up."
"Father? You drew him to you, did you not?" Elijah spat.
"Father? What are you speaking of? Nay, I got in a little mishap with some witches. I was trying to find a way to stop this blood lust. I ended up bedding the daughter of an important witch and she might have hexed me," Kol admitted.
"Hexed you? Is that possible now? I would assume we are immune from spells," Klaus said.
"Nay, I am now doomed to be twice as hungry as I was before. She knew what I was trying to do and...the witch made it worse. I almost killed the kitchen wench. She was coming out of your chamber Niklaus," Kol confessed.
"What? Is she alright?" Elijah fumed.
"Aye, but the way I saved her is by feeding her my blood. It seemed to work. Her heart was slowed, but did not stop. I am sorry, brothers, I should have gone somewhere else," Kol said turned. "The girl is fine now. Back to work!"
Klaus clamped his hand on his shoulder, "Kol, cease this nonsense. We will find you another witch to lift the hex. There are plenty to feed from, we will help you. You cannot leave again. Always and forever, remember?"
Elijah nodded, "Always and forever. We will help you with the blood. But you ought to be punished for not telling us right away. You will now join the boys in their lessons with the tutor. You will learn to read and do sums. And for almost killing Eira you will go stand in the corner and think about what could have happened. Go back to your chambers now. I will be in shortly."
Kol protested, "But I told you! I was headed back to the stables to ride."
Klaus scolded, "Maybe he needs a nap, too, Elijah? Kol does not seem to be listening very well."
Kol stomped and grumbled, "Fine. I am going. That is what I get for telling the truth..." He turned and vamped back to his chambers.
Elijah grinned at Klaus, "That is an improvement, I think. He usually argues more."
Klaus was not so pacified, "This hex, though. It means that we are vulnerable to witches still. We should try to recruit more of our own, loyal to us. Plus, where will we get enough people for him to feed from?"
"The village? Perhaps we can sell goods here? When the small folk come, we can have him feed off them and then heal them and erase their memories? We will work something out. I am going to go make sure he is minding me. Yet I think I ought to bring something with me," Elijah smiled. He went back in quietly and got the wooden spoon.
Klaus flinched, "Keep that beast away from my backside!"
Elijah grinned, "Just mind and you need not worry."
Klaus rolled his eyes, "I will check on the lovely Eira and tonight's supper. You tend to Kol. He surely will need a few whacks to stay in the corner. You know he would rather just get whipped than stand idly facing the wall."
"I know. That is why it is a punishment," Elijah quipped going to check on their younger brother.
Kol was standing in the corner of his chamber. He knew better than to move when Elijah came in. Elijah let him stew a minute or two before speaking.
"It is just me. I am proud of you for obeying me. You can come over here so we can talk," Elijah said.
Kol turned and froze when he saw the spoon. "Elijah, you are not going to wallop me! I confessed."
Elijah smiled, "Nay, Brother. I just brought it to show you that the consequences of misbehavior have not changed much. I would like it very much if I did not need to spank you anytime soon."
"You will not," Kol promised. "I will give you no reason to. I swear it."
"If you need more blood, come to Niklaus and me. We are working on a plan to get more people here. But in the meantime, I want you to avoid any killings. We do not want any suspicions raised. And the tutoring will help your research into our condition," Elijah went on.
"But should not only priests and monks have to suffer through learning how to read and write. It is folly. We are but farmers," Kol argued.
"We are no longer that. You could read runes and Mother's Anglo-Saxon that she used in her grimoires. Why not learn French? Do you not see how fast we learn now? It will not be painful, I assure you, unless you refuse," Elijah smirked brandishing the spoon.
"Alas! I have no choice. I will learn it. Do I have to be punished in my room all day?" Kol groused.
"Just until supper. I want you to rest now. It will do you some good," Elijah said pointing to the bed with the spoon. Kol found it impossible to argue as he knew any arguing would result in that spoon being applied to the seat of his hose. Besides, he did not want to admit it, but he was tired.
After Kol was in bed, Elijah sat down on the side of his bed. The castle had small windows and a candle burned on the nightstand. Elijah blew it out.
In the darkness, Kol asked, "'Lijah, tell me a story?"
Elijah held back a laugh, "Do you want to hear about how Odin's conjured a witch ghost?"
"Why did he do that?" Kol asked, though he knew the answer.
"Well, Odin was trying to gain some insight into how he might forestall Ragnarök."
Kol yawned, "What is Ragnarök?"
Elijah did smile, Kol knew all this, "It is the terrible end of the world...So Odin conjured the witch's ghost..."
The Great Hall
Klaus tried not to smirk as Lucien fidgeted on the hard bench at the evening meal in the great hall.
"So you had a good time with Eira?" Klaus pressed.
Lucien's face grew red, "Aye, she has deft hands and is talented with herbs."
Kol chuckled, "I bet she is talented in more than that!"
"Kol!" Elijah warned. "Behave yourself."
"My apologies," Kol muttered clearing his throat.
It was the end of the meal, Elijah made sure that Tristan ate properly and that Kol fed enough before retiring. There were traveling musicals in the court tonight for entertainment.
Klaus excused himself and Lucien early.
"But I wanted to listen!" Lucien whined.
"Young man, remember what I said earlier!" Klaus stated firmly.
"Yes, m'lord. Good night. Tristan, you are sure you are no longer cross with me," Lucien inquired.
Tristan stood and embraced his old friend, "As long as you are no longer cross with me."
Elijah was pleased the boys had made up.
Klaus nodded and indicated that Lucien go first. Eira waved goodbye.
"She will not be coming up tonight. Tell her she must rest tonight and drink a lot of water," Klaus said remember how his brother almost killed the lovely, young woman.
"But my backside still smarts!" Lucien countered.
"You are being punished for not cooperating. Do not think that you get your behind healed after every spanking. Quite the opposite," Klaus said firmly. Lucien pouted and went over to whisper to Eira. She seemed vexed and then nodded and kissed him goodbye.
Klaus was surprised, when Lucien got back, he remarked, "It almost seemed as you bent her will to yours. Perhaps you have the power to influence humans. We should test this further."
"As you wish," Lucien spat glumly. "I do not care."
"Lucien, you are asking for a paddling, are you not? I suppose my hand is not going to get through your stubborn vexation!" Klaus hissed.
Lucien realized that he had pushed Klaus too far, "I am sorry, m'lord. Please do not paddle me. I am just sore and...would like to lie with Eira again!"
"Again? I did not realize that you...Never mind, it is not my concern, your behavior is. I warned you that your behavior would determine how you got spanked," Klaus thundered.
Lucien began to cry out of frustration, he stomped his foot refusing to move on. "It is not fair. I already got a spanking. Why should I get another one?"
Klaus snapped and began to drag the impudent vampire by the arm. Lucien started to try to grip the walls and cling to the floor. "I am starting to think you need a belting,"
Lucien stopped and let Klaus lead him to their bed chamber door, "That paddle is bad enough!"
"You can remove your clothes. I need to change and wash also. You might as well clean your teeth," Klaus insisted. There was a little stack of rough linen clothes they used, as well as a paste made from ground sage and salt crystals. The servants had refreshed the water basin and Klaus washed his face and hands and cleaned his teeth after changing into his tunic.
Lucien stomped around childishly until there was no time to delay.
"Need I undress you, too?" Klaus prompted. Lucien made a sour face and stripped off his hose and tunic and stood in front of Klaus naked and defiant.
"Turn, so I can see, please," Klaus demanded.
Lucien folded his arms and turned to show Klaus his behind. There were two slight pink marks in the center of each check, but other than that, Lucien was healed. The whole surface was shiny from the healing salve that Eira applied.
"Go put on your tunic and bring me the paddle. You can wipe that defiant look off your face. I am starting to think you need a spanking before your lessons on the morrow," Klaus threatened.
Lucien gasped silently and went to get his night clothes on and fetch the paddle. He came back in to face Klaus dressed for bed and with a chastened look on his face.
Klaus took the paddle and put it down on the bed that he sat upon.
"I know this is hard for you, Lucien. I know you are not a child, but your behavior today was very poor. To physically fight with the lord of a great manor such as this, could get your beheaded in many places. Do you understand that?' Klaus said gently grasping his hands to get the boy to look him in the eyes.
"Nay, I still think of Tristan as my childhood friend and rival, even when my position fell, there were times he forgot and treated me as an equal," Lucien said softly.
"But you said he had you flogged? Or did it himself?" Klaus continued.
"Only when I defied him or challenged his place in front of others. I was fool-hardy and put him in an impossible position. I am sorry for my attitude. It is just that I do not want another spanking. My bottom still smarts," Lucien moaned.
"I shall not compel you to tell me the truth, but only ask you. Does your bottom truly hurt? If so, you can have a different punishment or we can postpone this," Klaus said sincerely.
Lucien started to weep, "I am sorry. I l-lied. It healed. Please, lord, forgive me. I h-have become so wicked. I l-lie just to ease my discomfort," Lucien cried.
"Lucien, I am very proud that you told me the truth. I promise you that I will not use my power against you to overcome your will. I will also share that my siblings and I can oft detect a lie in the sound of the heart of another. I heard the truth in your last statement," Klaus revealed. Klaus grabbed a linen cloth to wipe Lucien's face.
"I am ready," Lucien said.
Klaus had considered bending him over the bed or a chair, but decided to take him over his lap again.
"Very well. Lift up your tunic and lie across my lap," Klaus ordered softly. Tristan took a deep breath and obeyed.
Klaus shifted him slightly, "I shall not draw this out." Klaus simply placed his left hand on Lucien's back to hold him and pin the fabric of his tunic up. He placed his right hand on Lucien's rear and gave him a few light pats. slap. slap. slap. slap.
Klaus started out lightly smacking the bare behind in front of him. He worked up to a rhythm of swatting the right cheek and then left. Klaus spanked for several minutes until his own palm started to smart and he noticed Lucien kicking and writhing.
"Almost done," Klaus said picking up the paddle. It was light, but he was sure it stung. Klaus pressed the paddle against Lucien's rear for a moment before lifting it for the first smack.
Crack! Klaus swatted both cheeks at the same time firmly.
Lucien gasped and hollered, "N-nooooo, do notttt." The paddle sizzled more than it had earlier on his wet, soapy rear. Could it be the salve? The same thing that healed also made his bottom more sensitive to another spanking?
Crack! Crack! Klaus lowered the rounded wooden paddle to swat Lucien's sit spot on the right, then the left. Crack! Crack!
He moved the paddle up to spank the fullest parts of Lucien's behind for the last few smacks. Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Lucien had been kicking and howling from the fierce burning. In the candlelight, the room was dim, but Klaus could see a faint glow of red. He figured the young vampire had been paddled enough for one day. He gave him one last hard whack on the center of his behind and ended the punishment. He put Lucien on his feet and the boy instantly clamped his hands over his searing rump. He rubbed and hopped and then dropped his tunic to wipe the fearful mess of tears and mucus from his face with the linen. Klaus gave him a moment to compose himself.
Lucien gave Klaus a sour look, his bottom truly felt a flame. Klaus opened his arms and Lucien surprised himself by throwing himself into them.
"All forgiven, lad. Are you angry with me?" Klaus asked after Lucien pulled away.
"Nay, I was before because it hurt, but when you said I could have been killed. I realized that you spoke the truth. My behavior has been out of control for years. Some of the men at the stables tried to warn me, but I was too dense to listen," Lucien admitted ruefully.
"Sometimes you need to speak to a boy through his bottom," Klaus quoted. "I have been a slow learner at times myself. There is no shame in it, as long as you learn. Want to sleep in my bed tonight?"
"That is something else I need to apologize for, I mocked Tristan for sharing a bed with your brother. But maybe I was full of envy there, too," Lucien admitted.
Klaus helped him get in the bed on his stomach, "Lucien, you can sleep in here anytime you want. You need not ask. The truth is, I sleep better with others. For our whole lives my brothers and even my sister slept in a small loft. I do not like to sleep alone."
"I should have asked you before instead of mocking Tristan," Lucien intoned.
"Stop feeling guilty about it. You were punished and you have paid. Anymore fussing and I pull up your tunic and give you a good swat on that red rump of yours," Klaus promised getting into bed himself.
Lucien laughed, "No, please. I cannot take more. You know, I think that salve that Eira applied made my bum sting even more. I swear I have never had such a hiding."
"It should protect your skin, but being a vampire makes you more sensitive, but you heal faster. Unless there is something in it that impedes the healing...Some herb? You know, my hand was smarting something awful, it still is. We shall have to find out what she uses in her mix tomorrow," Klaus said sleepily.
"My hands stung when you let me rub," Lucien added.
"Odd. I am sure you will be healed in the morning," Klaus said. He felt Lucien move over and he put his arms around him. Klaus put a hand near Lucien's rear and felt heat radiating off. He did not want to touch the area again. They would look into it in the morrow. For now, all was well.