castor442: yes I'm taking requests. And Kol will give Elijah plenty of reasons to spank him, but right now, he's chilling in a coffin. Elijah will get to rescue him, eventually, but it might be a hot minute. Good thing we have 800 years of spankings to explore while my plot moves along at a snails pace.
Stefan was looking wary when Damon waltzed into his room. Good. Damon walked over to stand at the foot of his bed and folded his arms. "Did you finish all of your homework?"
"Yes, sir," Stefan said. He scooted back a little. His eyes were wide and his heart was beating a touch faster than usual.
For a moment, Damon hesitated. It was just a moment. Damon was determined teach Stefan to stay away from danger. He pressed his lips together and glared at his little brother. "Get your strap."
Stefan pulled himself out of bed and walked over to the closet. A moment later he exited carrying the sturdy strap that Damon had every intention of thrashing him with. He handed it over. "How do you want me?"
Damon took the strap. He'd planned to have Stefan strip and lie over a pillow. He was going to spend at least ten minutes beating his little brother within an inch of his life. However, Stefan's heart was racing. He was taking tiny steps backwards, away from Damon. "What are you afraid of?"
Stefan looked a little startled by the question. Damon shoved down the surfacing guilt. "The last strapping really hurt," he said, "and that was just for arguing with you." He licked his lips and looked down.
"Are you afraid of pain?" Damon asked, not bothering to hide his amusement. Stefan was a masochistic vampire bunny with an extremely high tolerance for pain thanks to Lexi's version of rehab. He knew Stefan hated the guilt more than the pain that came with a spanking. There was something Stefan was leaving out.
Stefan didn't answer.
"Rule thirteen," Damon snapped and strode over to Stefan's desk. He grabbed a pen and opened the black leather diary. "You will answer all of my questions." After he jotted down that rule, he waited a moment for the ink to dry, and slammed the book shut. "What are you afraid of Stefan?"
Instead of answering, Stefan clenched his jaw.
Damon pulled out the desk chair. The sound of the legs scrapping against the floor made Stefan flinch. He turned it around and sat down. He considered having Stefan lay over his lap for this discussion. His little brother was making a good show of being angry, but the subtle steps backwards he kept taking indicated fear.
Stefan had been so sweet and submissive after the slippering. Watching him play in the water had sharply reminded Damon of why he'd always been so strict with Stefan. His innocent little brother kept him going throughout the darkness his entire life had always been blanketed in. He would have done anything to protect that innocence. Damon hadn't needed Katherine or a bloody civil war to show him how cruel and dark the world truly was. His earliest memory was the sound of his mother screaming because his father was beating her.
His eyes had been so open and trusting when Damon had gently cleaned what between his legs. Instead of trying to protect his modesty, he'd put his thumb in his mouth. Damon had been looking through Stefan's old diaries while Stefan had been doing his extra credit homework but found nothing. It was becoming increasingly obvious why Stefan didn't journal while in that state. Damon was fairly sure he had no idea how to read or write. He was much too young.
The first time that had happened between them was when Damon had held him down and strapped him.
"Wish you'd keep me on your knee," he'd muttered right before he'd fallen asleep.
Damon set the strap down on the floor next to his chair. He crooked his finger. Stefan flinched again. But he obeyed. And once he was standing in front of Damon, he folded his arms behind his back and lowered his head. Instead of guiding Stefan to lie over his knee, Damon picked him up and carried him over to the bed.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked.
Damon settled Stefan to lay face down over his lap. Stefan's bed wasn't wide enough to fully support the length of his body, but that was okay. Damon scooted over so that Stefan's front half was lying on the bed and his feet were dangling in the air. He was still wearing the old pajamas Damon had found in the attic. He made a note to buy him some more as he gently bared his behind. He patted the pudgy cheeks in front of him as he wrapped an arm around Stefan's waist in order to lift his hips up.
Stefan swallowed loudly. Damon had easy access to spank him. His legs were dangling in the air. He was wearing pajamas instead of his usual boxers. It must be humiliating to be forced into such a childish position.
But Stefan's heart was no longer racing. He was slightly less tense than usual. And he wasn't flinching as Damon softly tapped his hand all over his naughty behind.
"How do you feel, Stefan?" Damon asked.
"Better," Stefan said, "but please don't spank me."
Damon had been furious that Stefan had directly defied him and might have lied to him. He'd wanted to take off his belt, shove Stefan face down on the couch, and whip the skin off of his back. If he hadn't had his favorite alcohol to sooth him, he might have given into the urge. Giving Stefan a sound slippering and watching him hop around while rubbing his sore bottom as he cried had drained Damon's anger. He'd taught Stefan a good lesson and Stefan had paid a sound price for disobeying.
But he still needed to deal Stefan for going into that blizzard.
He absently cupped Stefan's left cheek as he thought out loud. "If you put yourself in danger again, I'm going strap you." Stefan whimpered and curled his legs and shoulders up. Damon rubbed his back. "But I'll hold you instead of pinning you down."
After nodding, Stefan buried his face into the comforter. Damon moved his hand down and comforted his sore cheeks. He couldn't see any marks on his behind, but he knew his little brother was still really feeling the sting of the smacks he'd gotten from Damon's hand yesterday. After a few minutes of care, Stefan dropped his shoulders and let his legs dangle in the air once more.
"I'm going to put some oil on your desk," Damon said, "and on the first the month, every month, you're going to treat the strap with it." Stefan moaned unhappily. "I want you to think about how it will feel on your bare bottom if you do something dangerous."
"Yes, sir," Stefan said because there was nothing else he could say.
"You've been looking at it every morning, right?" Damon asked.
"Yes," Damon could hear him pouting.
"What do you think when you're looking at it?"
"How much I hate it," Stefan said.
Damon popped him a few times for the sass. "You need to start thinking how it will help keep you safe and teach you to behave."
"I don't want to!"
Stefan was whining, but Damon didn't detect any real defiance. He found himself smiling as he asked, "Are you going to?"
"Yes, sir," Stefan said. He twisted around to look at Damon. "You said next time I put myself in danger," Damon's palm itched at the implication Stefan would end up risking his life again, "I'm getting strapped. What about for yesterday?"
"Depends," Damon said. The tone he used made Stefan squirm. He was over a parental lap with his bottom bared, after all. "Why did you disobey me in the first place?"
"I wanted to help Bonnie," Stefan said. Damon couldn't help but sigh in frustration. Anna wasn't wrong about how badly Stefan was taking losing her friendship. Half of his crows were mad at him on Shelia's behalf while the other half were mad at Emily for her betrayal. It was making it harder for him to spy effectively. What Stefan said next pulled Damon out of his crow drama angst. "I knew whatever punishment I got would pale in comparison to what Bonnie's going through."
"You knew I was going to strap you."
"Yes, sir."
Damon considered the merits of spanking the presented bottom in front of him. "Were you afraid?"
"No more than usual," Stefan said.
It was good that Stefan feared a spanking from his big brother - it would help convince him to mind Damon even when he didn't want to. But Damon knew he had to be careful. Too much fear would ruin what Damon was trying to build.
"What changed?" Damon asked.
"The way you looked at me," Stefan said. His voice was so tiny. "You were going to make it hurt so much."
Damon didn't know what to make of that. He knew Stefan craved to be close to him while being punished. But he found it hard to believe that Stefan feared physical pain that much.
"You know my spankings are going to hurt," Damon kept his tone even and soft, "tell me what's different, Stef."
"I'm losing time," Stefan said. He started to beg. "Damon, please don't spank me so hard. The blanks in my memory feel like the ones I have from the '20s and Monterey."
Damon carefully pulled Stefan's pajama pants back up. He helped Stefan get off his lap and let him lie on his front. He gently rubbed Stefan's sore bottom until he saw some tension melt from Stefan's shoulders. "You're with me during those times. You aren't hurting anyone."
"But I don't know for sure," Stefan said. He was looking at Damon with wet, pleading eyes. "Please, brother, please."
Damon steeled his heart. "I'm not punishing you for going into the blizzard. And I won't punish you for fighting me about how I'm running things. You are getting very close to making me change my mind." Stefan looked so broken. But Damon would not and could not lose the precious times when Stefan loved and trusted him so completely and openly. Not for anything.
Stefan nodded and lowered his gaze.
That wasn't good enough. Damon reached over and smacked him hard enough to make him yelp in pain. Then he grabbed Stefan's chin and forced him to look into Damon's eyes. "I'm giving you an order."
His little brother shivered and tried to scoot back. Damon tightened his grip. Stefan knew who was in charge and he knew what Damon was after. "Yes, sir."
"I don't like making you cry," Damon said. As he reached over to brush his hand through Stefan's hair, his little brother flinched. Damon gave into his possessiveness and kept running his hand through Stefan's hair. "But I do like the results I'm getting."
"Yes, sir," Stefan said.
"You're confined to your room until tomorrow," Damon said as he let Stefan go, "after you put the strap back up, I want you to think about what we've talked about."