Pairing: Elijah/Freya/Hope (MF/f) hand, spoon

Request for Jazmine Ferguson, PART 1 of PART 2

One Week Before Mardi Gras

The Compound

Freya's Workshop

Hope loved hanging out with Freya in her attic workshop. She had shelves full of magical supplies and old tomes that she had collected. Near the natural light, she had fresh herbs growing. Dried herbs hung from the rafters. On assorted tables lay candles, wands, crystals, oils, magical knives, and statues. When Hope needed something for one of her own spells, she liked feeling like she could "shop" right in her own house. But since she was supposed to be being punished, Freya was making her do the dull work of purifying crystals in blessed salt water and scrub out old cauldrons and glass vials.

Freya got a phone call and was talking and laughing. Hope caught on that it was probably her Aunt Davina or her Uncle Kol.

"Aunt Freya, can I talk?" Hope begged. At this point, she would talk to Lizzie Saltzman to get out of cleaning, but Uncle Kol was her favorite. He seemed to understand what it was like to be a teenager. Hope put down the rag she was holding and jumped up.

Freya smiled indulgently and handed the phone to Hope, it was Kol. "You two..."

"Hello," Hope said. "How's San Francisco?"

"Good. Hope, my favorite niece, how have you been, luv?" Kol said in his charming accent.

"First of all, I'm your only niece and secondly, I got in trouble...like three times," Hope whined.

"Sweetheart, I suppose you all haven't heard from Finn, eh? Well, I will let him spread the news on that front...but anyway, I heard about your little mishaps. You are supposed to leave all the troublesome behavior to me. Freya said you are grounded and suspended? You can't ground a witch!" Kol exclaimed over the phone.

Freya rolled her eyes and call out, "Kol, behave yourself or I'm going to mail Davina my wooden spoon in San Francisco, young man!"

Kol laughed, "I'm not worried. Freya loves that bloody spoon too much to part with it. Now, did I ever tell you about the time I once tried to help your father before a feast by casting a love spell on this girl he liked and turned him invisible. The lass couldn't even see him and ended up falling in love with the village idiot. He's never really forgiven me."

Freya motioned that she was going downstairs for something. Hope nodded.

"Uncle Kol, tell me more about this spell...," Hope said thinking of an idea.

Lower Level

It had only been a couple of days of Henry and Hope being restricted to the house for their drinking and smoking episode, but it was getting to Henry. He was used being inside when they were at school, but when being in the city with so much action outside, it made it hard to just sit in the house. Wolves needed to roam. The Mikaelsons did do a bunch of family games nights, then movie night, then baking night, and even a talent show. The talent show really made Henry feel like an outcast. Elijah played the piano, Hayley and Hope did karaoke, Klaus did a one man rendition of Henry V, and Freya did a magic show. Henry realized he had no talent, after still not being able to juggle, even with the increased agility of being a hybrid. He could barely do two balls and three had everyone howling with laughing. Henry suspected the adults were a little tipsy.

So Henry started sneaking around the house a little here and there. It was so big that he was always finding a new nook or cranny. Yesterday, he had found a nailed up door leading to an old library room. It looked really old and the books were mostly damaged and decaying. Today, Henry was looking for the dungeon. There was always the rumor that there were, not one, but several dungeons downstairs in the Mikaelson Compound. That was one reason why he was so afraid of Klaus. Crescents in the Bayou said that he had all sorts of enemies chained up down there. So far, all Henry found was an old storage room, a locked room that he couldn't open, and an old game room or something with a pool table and a dart board.

"Henry? What are you doing down here?" Elijah asked in the dim basement lighting.

"Ah, Mr. Mikaelson? Sorry, I was just um, bored," Henry admitted.

Elijah cracked a smile, "You were looking for 'the dungeon,' weren't you? And I told you, you can call me Elijah. You are family now. No need to be so formal, okay?" Elijah put an arm around Henry. The boy was still awkward and a little nervous around the Originals. He was more comfortable around Hayley since he had known her all his life, but Elijah especially freaked him out. The man seemed so smooth and elegant. Since Klaus had belted him, Henry had felt closer to him despite his fears. Klaus made it a point to come in and tuck in Henry every night. They all treated Henry like a member of the family, but Henry just didn't know if it was real.

"Sorry, Elijah. Um, is there a dungeon?" Henry asked in a trembling voice. He pushed back his dark curly hair with one hand.

"Yes, there are several. Come on, I'll show you one. Contrary to popular belief, there are empty," Elijah shared. Elijah led Henry down a short passage that he hadn't noticed before.

"How? I swear I didn't see that before..." Henry blurted out.

"It's painted to look like a solid wall, like an illusion," Elijah explained. "Here is one dungeon. See? Nothing exciting, just a cell with some chains and bars. Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

The room was a plain stone cell with a smooth stone floor. It looked old and dusty.

"Yes, sir. Sorry for snooping around. I guess I'm going stir crazy. You know, being grounded with no tv or computer," Henry admitted.

"I am not fan of long and drawn out punishments. I probably would have spanked both of you again and then made you sit and write an essay on the dangers of alcohol. Maybe a paragraph or two. The worst part would be that I would have made you use pen and paper and done your research out of a book ,. . Old-fashioned, I know," Elijah smirked.

"That sounds awful, too," Henry confessed. "I am not the greatest student, truth be told."

"I was going to suggest that you read to pass the time, but maybe that is not your forte, or strength. Would you like some help with your studies? I have the time if you are willing to learn," Elijah offered.

"Yes, that would be great. Reading is hard for me, I tend to drift off," Henry informed him.

"Perhaps you just never found the right books? I will do an assessment of your reading skill levels and we will see where you are at academically. If I cannot help you. There are always private tutors we could engage. Now, let's get back upstairs, it is very damp down here," Elijah commented.

"Why were you down here? Looking for me?" Henry asked.

"No, I was looking for an old bottle of wine actually. A special bottle. The wine cellar upstairs is newer. We are having some surprise guests soon and I wanted to prepare," Elijah shared. "However, I think someone moved what I was looking for...or drank it. I will trust it wasn't you and Hope!" Henry knew Elijah was teasing him, but his mind was on cutting short this restriction, even if he had to write an essay or something.

"Oh," Henry said. He didn't want to be too nosey, but he had a lot of questions. "Um, you said you probably would have handled Hope and my punishments differently...Can you get us out of being grounded?"

Elijah laughed out loud, "And veto your alpha and my brother? I don't think so. Look, Henry, no one is enjoying this week of restriction, but we also can't have you two kids running wild. There are consequences for your actions. Now, why don't we head to my study and see what you need help with?"

Freya's Workshop

"Hey, did you hang up with Uncle Kol already?" Freya said handing Hope a cup of tea. "You two motormouths usually talk for an hour!" Hayley had taken Hope's cell phone.

"Thanks. Um, yeah, Davina needed him for something. Aunt Freya, can I take a break? I have kind of a...stomach thing. I think I need to go to the bathroom," Hope said hastily. She was about to say headache, but she knew Freya had several ways to heal that.

"Oh no, go ahead. I will check on you in a little while. Your mom and I are heading to the florist shop and then St. Anne's," Freya said as she felt Hope's head. "Cool."

"Okay, thanks. Have fun at the florist. I can't believe Mom is being so strict with Henry and me not being able to leave the house. I thought she would want me to go with her," Hope said before leaving. "I mean, you are the maid of honor, but I'm still a bridesmaid."

"Oh honey, she does want you there, more than anything. But I think she's trying to make a point to you guys about how serious this all is. She loves you too much to see you going down the wrong path. Also, remember, your mom didn't have great parent role models when she was growing up. I mean, either did I. So sometimes it is hard to gauge when it's okay to let up," Freya said with feeling. "Maybe she is being a little hard on you, but she's doing what she thinks is best. Your dad, too."

"It's not like we robbed a bank!" Hope argued.

"Yeah, but think about you turning Henry and getting suspended, then the fight with your mom, and then the drinking and smoking in such a short period of time...It was a lot," Freya explained gently.

"I guess," Hope agreed. "Gotta go."

Hope searched the second floor for Henry, but only found her father. He was painting in his studio. She had spent some time painting with him also, like they used to.

"Dad, did you see Henry?" Hope blurted out.

"No, I thought you were helping your aunt," Klaus said with a frown.

"She told me to find Henry. She needs him to do something for her," Hope called as she walked away. Hope was nervous about lying to her dad. She knew if he was paying attention, he could sometimes 'hear' a small skip in someone's heartbeat. But when Dad was painting, he was in the zone.

Hope found Henry with Elijah in his study doing some kind of test. "Hey, sorry to interrupt. Freya, um, needs Henry and me to help with something. Can I borrow him?"

Elijah smiled fondly, "Yes, we are done here anyway. I tortured Henry enough for one afternoon. Listen, you two, I know this week...'sucks' as you say, but hang in there. Things might brighten up before you know it."

Hope groaned, "We still have a couple of more days of no electronics and being stuck here. It's almost Mardi Gras. So much is going on and everyone else is having fun out there, except us."

Elijah said, "Think about that the next time you two want to dip into the liquor cabinet then. Enough whining. Go help your aunt. Wait." Elijah grabbed Hope and kissed her on the head.

"Sorry. You are right," Hope muttered. She reddened with guilt, but smiled and pulled Henry up to the attic workshop as quietly as possible.

Freya and Hayley were gone. Klaus was painting. Elijah in his study. It was time.

Klaus' Quarters

Klaus sometimes felt guilty that he had the double rooms in the Compound, since he was only one person. But he had turned one room into his art studio. The fumes from the oil paints used to bother him but now he used mediums that didn't reek of turpentine like they did in the old days.

He daubed a blob of alizarin crimson over a black sky and then added a touch of cadmium yellow to the blood moon. Unbeknownst to Hayley and Elijah, Klaus was having them built a little vacation home in the Bayou and he was going to give it to them for a wedding gift. This painting was for the bedroom.

Buzz! Klaus looked at his phone. A text from Camille. He smiled. She wanted to meet him at Rousseu's for dinner. Yes, he could swing that. He wasn't really to tell his family about this. The last girlfriend he had Genevieve...Well, unlike Kol, Klaus did not have much luck dating witches. After a quick shower, Klaus was dressed and ready for romance. He popped his head in and asked Elijah to keep an eye on Hope and Henry. Elijah nodded. He was going over wedding expenses.

"You know, we can sell off some properties or even some artifacts, if we need money, Brother," Klaus said.

"Niklaus, I have done that. The market is done. Our traditional means of income have dried up and expenses have doubled. I wish you would have asked me before donating millions of dollars to Hope's school," Elijah scolded.

Klaus flushed, "You know that I had a weakness for Caroline! I thought we had ten times that in liquidity. I am sorry, I did not know."

Elijah winced, "I apologize. I let our fortunes fall and then hid it from all of you. It's just with all the cameras and now electronic transfers, everything is so different. We will regain, what we have lost."

Klaus was taken aback, Elijah rarely had anything to apologize for. "Elijah, this is not on you. Let me help."

Elijah brushed him aside, "No, I am good. You go have some fun. Don't get too inebriated. Remember, the children are watching."

"Isn't that the truth!" Klaus quipped. Klaus turned at the doorway and looked back at Elijah. "Brother, you know, I meant it when I said I could not have done this without you."

"Me, too, Niklaus. Now go! Your lady awaits," Elijah grinned.

Klaus was shocked, "How did you know?"

"Ah, there are no secrets in this town. Plus, Josh has a big mouth. Love you, Brother," Elijah called.

"Love you, too," Klaus said marveling again at Elijah. "I won't be too long."

Freya's Workshop

Hope hissed, "Hurry up. We get caught in here again and we are both gonna get it!"

Henry was on a ladder balancing on the top shelf trying to open a glass jar. "I got it!"

"Don't drop it," Hope whispered.

Elijah boomed, "What are you two doing?" Henry dropped the jar and Elijah vamped over and caught it.

"Ugh!" Henry said as the ladder tottered back and forth. Elijah steadied it and ordered him down.

"Is this vervain? What the hell is going on?" Elijah cursed.

Hope was speechless. Now only were they caught red-handed, her uncle barely cursed.

Freya walked in. "Elijah was in going on? Is that my vervain? How did you two get that?"

Hope found her voice, "Aunt Freya, I though you were with Mom!"

"I came back to check on you! You said you were sick," Freya yelled.

Hope started to cry, "I'm sorry."

Elijah reprimanded, "You can save those crocodile tears for later, young lady. Now tell us what you were doing with vervain. That amount could knock you both unconscious. Henry, to touch it would have scalded your hands."

"Um, ah, I was just trying to help Freya organize her workshop and...," Hope tried.

"Hope, I have never given you a single swat in your entire life, but if I hear one more lie, I am pulling down your pants and spanking you until I get the truth," Freya warned. She went to her desk and pulled out another longer, heavier spoon than the one in the kitchen.

Henry's eyes went wide, "I thought you kept that in the kitchen!"

"I use this for my cauldron. It is bigger. Now, talk! That goes for both of you," Freya ordered.

Hope's voice cracked, "So, Uncle Kol told me a story about how he,-"

Elijah cut in, "Kol? When did you talk to Kol?" Elijah looked downstairs as if Kol was lurking around the house.

Freya explained, "On the phone earlier..."

"Okay, continue," Elijah waved her on.

"About how he tried to help my dad with a love spell and accidentally turned him invisible," Hope wept.

"Yes, that happened when we were human. It was on a feast day. Mother was so mad, she chased Kol all over the farm with a spoon very similar to the one in Freya's hand. I wasn't there, but I heard about it later. They said he was shrieking like a banshee when she caught him," Elijah recalled.

"So he told me how he thought the spell went wrong and I thought maybe Henry and I could turn invisible and go walk around outside a little and no one would notice," Hope admitted.

Elijah stiffened, "Did Kol say anything else? About the girl?"

Hope cleared her throat, "Just that the girl ended up with the village idiot and my dad never forgave him!"

"The village idiot! Wait until I get my hands on my baby brother...," Elijah uttered.

Freya looked at Elijah in confusion, "Elijah, you want to fill us in here? And you won't see Kol for a while, remember?"

Elijah got a hold of himself, "Oh, yes, of course. No, I think you all have heard enough, as have I. So Hope you dragged Henry in to help you so the two of you could break a well-earned punishment. Freya, can you describe the effects of vervain on your magical student here."

"Vervain is an herb that is toxic to vampires, like wolfsbane is toxic to wolves. The dose is what is important, so a small dose can burn, but a large dose can incapacitate a vampire. It slows down the very fast healing process," Freya said getting up and taking the glass jar from Elijah.

"You know, if you added both wolfsbane and vervain into a cream or lotion, it would impede the healing on a hybrid, would it not?" Elijah said pointedly.

Freya caught on, "Yes, let's make a little example here. A lesson. Elijah, how about I made you a little dose for Henry and Hope can make a dose for herself. I'll get gloves."

Hope grew alarmed, "What do you mean? Dose? For what?"

Elijah scolded, "Well, you don't want to be grounded so a dose of anti-healing salve on your behinds and a good paddling should do the trick. Do you agree, Sister?"

Freya smiled ruefully, "It is long overdue. Hope, use the mortal and pestle. Ground it up. We'll use a small amount this first time."

Hope obeyed and laughed through her tears, "You are just trying to scare me. Aunt Freya, you never hit anyone in your life!"

Freya looked at her in surprise, "My love, I am a Mikaelson, I have killed for this family. And just because I haven't yet spanked your bottom, doesn't mean my spoon hasn't danced upon the backsides of some of our other family members...Ask your Uncle Kol about that, when you see him."

Hope was aghast, "I thought you were joking. But he is rather well-behaved around you. Do you really have to do this? I just wanted to see if the spell worked!"

Elijah said firmly to Henry, "Go to your room and stand in the corner. You might as well remove your trousers, too. I will be there in a few moments." Henry almost ran out of the room.

Elijah vamped to Hope and took the herbs out of her hands, "I have had enough of your whining."

Elijah bent her over Freya's desk and swatted her rear with his hand twice. Whack! Whack!

"No, Uncle Elijah, please don't spank me," Hope yelled. Whack! Whack!

"Too late," Elijah shared. "Do you realized that Henry could have been killed outside of these walls? There are rogue vampires and witches and wolves who see him as an abomination. You can protect yourself with your witchcraft, but can you protect him? Could you protect him if he lost control and attacked someone? His bite is lethal to other vampires? Hope, you cannot leave these walls with Henry alone! Do you understand?" Crack! Crack!

Hope gasped as the strong swats that seemed to propel her forward on the desk. She had never been spanked like this. Freya finished the jars of salve. She wrapped it in a cloth and gave Elijah a pair of gloves.

"You can't touch it with your hands either. I would put it on his bare bottom and then put his underpants on before you spank him. You are going to have to use the hairbrush or something because your hand will sear, too," Freya directed.

"Thank you, Sister. I have an idea," Elijah said. He put a hand on Hope's shoulder. "I love you, Hope. It hurts me to have to swat you, but we are in a dangerous position here. Please take what we are saying to heart. Obey your aunt."

Elijah nodded to Freya and went to deal with Henry.

Freya gave Hope a firm look, "Take down those pants and underwear. This salve is going to sting a little, but it will also protect your skin from harm. Calendula will reduce any swelling. You are going to learn not to disobey me, Hope. But I would never harm you."

Hope sniffed and stood to unbutton her jeans. Her face was flaming. The sting from Elijah's spanks had already faded. Hope pushed down her jeans and nylon underwear to just below her bottom. Freya leaned her back over the desk and applied the cool salve.

"You cannot touch your rear or your hands will burn. The salve is not water soluble so it will not wash off. You need to take the spanking like a big girl," Freya said with resolve. Hope hissed as she started to feel a tingle and then a slight burning.

Freya pulled up Hope's underpants over her behind as the salve was sticky.

"Nylon panties...That's going to sting worse, hon. You really picked the wrong day to misbehave. If it makes you feel better, I feel like Kol is in for a licking, too," Freya smiled. Whack!

"Ouch!" Hope gasped at the first light hand spank from Freya. "Why?"

"I have a feeling that the village idiot in the story...you know that the girl fell in love with instead of your father, was your Uncle Elijah!" Freya shared. Whack!

"Awww," Hope exclaimed. "Oh my gosh. You mean...Kol is dead. It's all my fault." Whack!

"No, sweetie, Kol gets himself in trouble on his own. Now, I think the salve is kicking in. Let's go to the couch for your spanking. Then, you are going to sit back down and finish cleaning all those vials and bottles like you starting to earlier in the day on a very smarting bottom," Freya informed her.

Hope wailed, "No! Please, Aunt Freya, isn't a spanking enough?" Freya pulled her up from the desk and marched her niece over to the couch with her jeans still at her knees. She easily flipped her over her lap. Freya had tucked the spoon in her back pocket. She took it out and rested the flat end on Hope's right cheek.

"Ready? I'm going to make this fast and hard and you won't forget it," Freya warned.

Hope screeched, "NO!" as Freya began spanking with the . crack. crack. crack. crack. crack.

She raised up her arm high and brought it down with a snap. She swatted Hope for a solid minute as Hope tried to kick and wiggle off her lap. Freya popped the spoon all over Hope's behind until she could see the redness from under her white nylon underpants. Hope was hysterical after a second flurry of smacks.

crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack. crack.

Freya was done. The spoon was heavy and with the salve Hope was not healing. Although Hope was not a triggered werewolf, it seems that her natural healing was faster than a human's. This salve slowed that down to nothing. Freya wanted to be careful. She put down the spoon.

"Are you ever going to mess with my herbs again?" Freya said spanking now over Hope's underpants with her hand. Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

"No, never! S-Stop, pleaseeeee, it hurtssss," Hope sobbed as she went limp. "I am sorrrrrryyyy." Spank! Spank! Spank! Spank!

Freya didn't have the heart to continue. She was just a girl. Freya stopped and rubbed her sore, stinging red bottom for a moment.

"Any done, baby, shhhh," Freya soothed. "I forgive you." She scooped her up in her arms and let Hope cry it out.

"Are you going to tell my m-mom and d-dad?" Hope stuttered out.

"No, Hope, but you are. You can show your mom your red butt. I don't think she will spank you again, if that is what you are worried about,"

"I just don't want them to be mad and hate me," Hope sniffed.

"Oh Hope," Freya said, "They couldn't hate you if they tried. They would die for you. Now, go wash your face and get to those bottles. I know you are sore, but you can take off your pants and sit on a cushion. I'll lock the door."

"Thanks," Hope said gratefully. Freya hugged her again and kissed her. Then, she patted her still stinging fanny lightly and stood her up to complete her chores.

"Being a Mikaelson is not always fun, is it?" Freya said. "But it is worth it."

"Always and f-forever, right?" Hope hiccuped.