Sibling Love
Have you ever heard a hamster/gerbil running on a wheel in their cage? Well, that's the sound I can hear right now, letting me know that Stefan is nearly here. He is running at full speed. Whether it be out of fear for me, or anger because of me, I'm not quite sure - but I'd bet my sitting ability that it's both.
I'm still sitting on the ground. Katherine is near by leaning against a tree, her arms are crossed and her right leg is over her left leg. She is the picture of nonchalant. I wish I was the same. Stefan arrives seconds later.
"Sophia... Are you ok?" He asks me, bending down and searching me all over. "What the hell have you done to her?" His question is aimed at Katherine this time.
"She's fine Stefan, calm down." She tells him, pushing herself off of the tree and slowly walking towards him.
"She isn't fine, Katherine, look at her." He is probably referring to my tear stained face and the fact that I am sitting on the dirty floor. I would never sit on a dirty floor by choice.
"I haven't done anything that naughty children haven't been through in over a millennia. Relax!" She is standing next to him now, her voice as smooth as silk.
"YOU SPANKED HER?" He shouts, jumping up and getting in to her face.
Katherine, as slutty as ever, seems to be getting turned on by Stefan's rage towards her. She runs her pointer finger down his chest whilst purring,
"Mmmmmm I love it when you're all angry and protecti..." Stefan cuts her off by wrapping his hand around her throat.
"You EVER touch her again, I swear I'll stake you myself!" He shoves her, making her lose her balance temporarily. She manages to right herself before she actually falls over.
Stefan immediately pulls me to my feet.
"Did she do anything else to you?" He looks me in the eye, making sure I'm not lying to him. I just shake my head no. "Good! Let go." He instructs, pulling me away.
"Wait... Why are you rushing off? Don't you want stay for a little bit?" She puts on her best seductive smile. Is she actually retarded? Does she really think Stefan would give her the time of day?
"Fucking slut!" I mumble. "OOOOW! STEFAN!" I shout as he lands a stinging swat to my rear, "what the hell?"
"Watch your mouth," he warns me.
"But..." I try to interject,
"Never mind "but", no cussing!" He says, pointing a parental finger at me.
"Yes sir," I say through clenched teeth.
Katherine has been watching us, smiling like a Cheshire Cat the whole time.
"So, you do have manners after all. I thought you had lost them back in 1864."
"Go fu..." I attempt to say before Stefan smacks me again. "AHHH... Jeez Stefan! Can we just go now? Before she gets me in more trouble?" I ask.
"Good idea!" Stefan replies, once again pulling me away, leaving Katherine standing alone without so much as a backwards glance.
Stefan doesn't let go of me the whole way home, only releasing my arm the moment we are through our front door.
"Aaaah Stefan. Home so soon?" Damon asks, walking around the wall separating the living-room from the hall. "What the... Where the hell have you been?" He demands as soon as he sees me standing next to him.
I immediately shrink back towards Stefan, remembering the last time Damon disciplined me.
"Katherine found her in the woods," Stefan tells him.
"WHAT?" Damon yells, vamping the remaining few feet between us. "Why the hell were you in the woods?" He demands, inching his face as close to mine as he can get without it being weird.
"I-I just wanted t-to go for a w-walk, get a b-bit of fresh ai-air." My demeanour scared and nervous. Nervous because there is no way in hell that I'm admitting to sneaking out to go to a party, but I don't know whether they will be able to tell that I'm lying. And scared because I don't want Damon to hurt me again.
"Ooooh, you wanted to go for a walk? Oh, well that's alright then, isn't it?" Damon Salvatore's sarcasm at its finest. "Well, seems as though you like to walk so much, take a nice little walk upstairs and wait in your room. NOW!" He orders me. I quickly walk past, keeping my butt to the wall. As soon as I'm out of arms reach, I run to my room, not taking a single breath until I have closed my door.
I can't believe I am in trouble for nothing. I mean, it's not like I got to see Jeremy or even show my face at the party. Wtf? Life is so unfair... Or rather, my brothers are! I am winding myself up, sitting here.
Stefan walks into my rooms a few minutes after me, and I breath a sigh of relief. I was dreading Damon being the one to come.
"What was going through your mind, Soph? I specifically told you not to leave the house as Katherine is around, but you did anyway. Not to mention the fact that you're grounded. I just don't get why you would do it knowing the consequences?" He grants me a disappointed look as he speaks. The old 'disappointed look'. That's parenting 101. Yawn.
"What is this 'good cop, bad cop'? Or rather 'good brother, bad brother'? Save it, Stef... Let just get this over with..." I say, standing up and waiting for him to take a seat on my bed. He glares at me with his eyes half closed with annoyance, before walking over to my dressing table.
My eyes, the exact opposite of Stefan's, go wide with horror as I see what he is grabbing. As he makes his way back over to me, my hairbrush in his hand, I have a sudden change of heart.
"Wait... Stefan... I-I've changed my mind. L-let have a chat?" I say, sitting back down on my bed and patting the empty space next to me. Stefan just shakes his head.
He does however take a seat next to me, only not so we can chat. Instead, he opts for just pulling me straight over his lap, unceremoniously I might add, without saying a single word. He pushes me forward so my hands are on the floor on one side of him, lifting up head so I'm not sniffing rug, with my legs dangling on the other.
He wastes no time in spanking my butt with his hand, luckily for me he has left my pants on. For how long they will stay on, I don't know.
I have been in this regular position for no longer than a minute, and my ass is already on fire. Stefan has swatted me at least 60 times.
"AAARRGGHH... shiiisugar!" I almost cussed. Not a good time to be doing that. "Stef... Please... It h-hurts," I cry out.
"It's supposed to hurt, Soph! It wouldn't be a punishment if it tickled you!" I can imagine him smirking. He thinks he is funny - well he's not! Time to get stubborn.
I bite down on my covers, trying my best to not shout or cry out loud. I am not going to give him the satisfaction! He spanks me for another minute, not slowing or easing up on the pressure of each swat before he finally stops. Phew! I can breath again without worrying about crying.
I start to relax a bit until I feel Stefan sliding my leggings and underwear down my thighs. Oh shit! This is going to hurt so bad!
I panic, kicking my legs and trying my best to push myself off of his lap. Stefan lands a couple of extra hard seats to my thighs.
"OOOWWW! WHAT THE..." I shout out, failing miserably at trying to keep myself still.
"Stop struggling," is all Stefan tells me. Easy for him to say - he's not the one having his ass handed to him on a silver platter.
"Okay, okay." I say, "I'm sorry Stef... I'm really, really sorry!" Right now I am. I am so not lying!
"You always are when you're in this position, but not as sorry as you will be in... Hmmm, about 30 seconds!" With that, he brings my brush down on my right butt cheek - so hard!
After two rounds with the brush, I cannot keep my composure.
"AAAAAHHAHOOW... Pl-please Stef... no-no more..." I beg him. "I prom-promise... AARRGGHH! to not g-go out. I'll OOWW! n-never go out ag-again!
I don't know what is hurting more right now, my butt, my sit spots, or my thighs. I think they are all level pegging. I bet my flesh is red raw right now.
After a couple more minutes, I really can't take anymore and my body goes limp. I haven't even got the energy to keep my upper body propped up. Stefan slows down, but doesn't finish until he has swatted all over one last time. I am just a blubbering mess by the time he finishes.
I had planned on telling him to just leave me alone once he had finished, but I really need his comfort right now. As soon as my leggings and underwear are back in place, I jump up and throw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight as I continue to sob.
I must have literally cried myself to sleep as I wake up alone in my bed, with the covers over me. It's pitch black outside so I must have been asleep for a few hours. I have a mental debate at wether to just stay in bed or get up and go downstairs. The latter won the argument.
I check the time, and it's 3:46am. I highly
doubt anyone will be awake now, so I creep down the hall so as not to wake my brothers. I don't know if they would be angry if I was to wake them, but I don't want to risk it. My butt has seen enough action for one day!
Once I successfully make it downstairs, noise free, I make my way to the basement. I really need a blood bag or two. I drain the first one standing next to the fridge before sipping on the second, making my way back up the stairs to the living-room.
Although I'm still tired, I decide to watch a movie before I go back to bed. I choose to watch Grownups, as I could do with having a laugh. I must have been more tired than I thought as I don't even manage to watch half the movie, falling fast asleep on the sofa.
I wake up to the sound of voices really close to me. Damon, Stefan and Elena are sitting on the sofa opposite me. They are all staring at me. Well this isn't creepy or anything!
"What's going on?" I ask no one in particular.
"Stefan and I need to go somewhere today," Damon answers me. "We need you to go to Elena's for the day. Rik and Jenna are going to be there so you had better behave yourself." He warns me.
"And what if I don't want to go?" I ask, just a little bit of attitude coming through.
"You can either go willingly, or go with a sore bottom, but you are going. The choice is yours." Damon threatens.
"I guess I'm spending the day at your house Elena." I give her a fake smile.
"Good choice!" Damon smirks at me.
We arrive at Elena's and I'm gutted to find out Jeremy is not home. This day sucks already!
Damon and Rik disappear for a short while. Damon comes back in, giving me a last minute warning before he and Stefan leave.
"Remember to behave yourself. That means no being disrespectful, do what you are told by BOTH Ric and Jenna," he puts major emphasis on the word both. "And under no circumstance are you to leave this house until we come back! Is that understood?" He questions.
"Yes Sir, understood Sir!" I say, saluting to him. I just can't resist. He glares at me as he makes to leave.
"Bye guys!" I say as I shut the door after them. "Thank God they've gone!" I say to Elena. She just frowns at me. Miserable cow!
"So... What would you like to do?" Rik asks, coming over to stand in front of us.
"Nothing," I mumble as I make my way over to their sofa, grabbing the TV remote and flicking through the channels.
"Someone's in a mood," I hear Jenna say. I resist the urge to flip her the bird.
It's been a long and boring two hours since my brothers left, and I really wish they had taken me with them. I swear, if Elena makes me play one more board game, I am going to rip her vervain necklace from around her throat and compel her to eat whichever game she chooses!
"I have to go to the grocery store," Jenna announces standing up. Thank you! I could so kiss her right now!
"I'll come with you," Elena says, leaving the table also.
"Can I come?" I ask, practically begging them with my eyes.
"No!" Rik pipes up. "Damon and Stefan have gave specific instructions that you were not to leave the house." Kiss ass!
"Oooh, don't be a dick, Ric!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words when I see the look Rik is giving me.
"Stop cussing. Now!"
Jenna and Elena are ready to leave,
"Please can I go with them, Ric? We won't be gone long, it's only the store. My brothers will never know!" I beg him.
"Sorry Sophia, I can't let you go. There is no point asking again." He tells me.
"Aww, what the fuck, Rik...! Don't be an ass!" Shit! He looks about ready to murder me. And he is a vampire hunter, so he just might do it!
I give up, there is no way in hell Ric will let me go.
"Get me something nice," I ask as I walk Elena and Jenna to the door.
"We will." Jenna tells me.
"Bye bitches," I say as I shut the door behind them. I hear Elena laugh as she walks away.
I turn around, heading back to the living-room, when I bump right in to Ric.
"God, Ric... Do you mind?" I go to walk round him but he grabs my arm and starts pulling me towards the kitchen.
"What the hell are you doing?" I ask him, my voice raising a few octaves as I'm a bit worried by the look on his face.
"I warned you to stop cussing, didn't I? But you had to carry on, didn't you? Now you must face the consequences."
Oh crap. What have I done? I can't run, because Damon will kill me. I can't hurt him, because Damon will kill me. I can't compel him, because I am more than certain he is on vervain - being a vampire hunter an all. Plus, Damon will kill me. Can you see a running theme here?
I am broken from my thoughts when I feel Ric trying to push me over the back of the sofa. That's when I notice the wooden spoon in his hand. Where the hell did that come from?
"Bend over, Sophia. Don't make this any worse for yourself!" He warns me.
"No. Wait... You can't do this!"
"Oh, I can. Damon gave me permission knowing how hard it is for you to do as you're told." Thanks Damon, love you too!
I bend over the back of the sofa, hoping he will go easier on me for complying.
Ric swats me 20 times before letting me up. It didn't really hurt, not much anyway. Not that I'm going to tell him that. He might want to try again.
"Sorry Ric. I'll be good now. Please don't tell my brothers? I promise I won't do anything else whilst I am here." I plead with him. The last thing I want is Damon tanning my backside for disobeying him. That most certainly would hurt!
"I won't say anything, as long as you behave yourself for the rest of the day. Deal?" He offers,
"Deal!" I agree.
It's been a couple of hours since 'daddy' Ric warmed up my butt, and I've kept my word. I have been the perfect little angel that I normally am. Hey! Stop thinking what you're thinking... You know I am!
Elena and Ric are talking in hushed whispers in the kitchen. I would listen in, but I can't be bothered with Elena dramas right now, so I just zone them out.
"I'm going to go to bed," I hear Elena announce.
"Goodnight princess," I call to her. "Sleep tight, don't let my brothers bite!" Jenna gives me a strange look whilst Ric glares at me, shaking his head. "What?" I ask them. Neither of them reply.
I can't cope watching anymore of Jenna's soap operas.
"Can we watch something else please, Jenna?" I ask. Extremely polite. Gotta stay on Ric's good side, eh?
"It finishes in 20 minutes. We can watch something else then," Jenna tells me.
"Ugh! 20 minutes? Seriously? God Jenna, haven't you got nothing better to do than watch boring ass soap operas? I mean, seriously... What are you like, fucking 50?"
I think Ric must be sucking on a lime, 'cause his face is twisted.
"Excuse me?" Jenna says.
"Why? What have you done?" I answer back.
Just as Jenna was about to say something else, the front door opens and Jeremy comes walking in. Closely followed my Damon, Stefan and Elena. Elena? I thought she was in bed? What the hell has been going on?
"Sophia, you ready to go?" Stefan asks me.
"I was ready hours ago!" I am so happy to be leaving. It feels like I've spent the day in an old peoples home. Board games and soap operas... Ugh!
"Bye Elena, bye Jer, bye Jenna - thanks for having me," I call as Ric sees us out.
"Has everything been ok?" Damon asks Ric. I stare intently at him, wondering if he is going to grass me up.
"We have had a couple of... Incidents shall we say?" My mouth drops open. What a douche!
"Incidents?" Damon queries.
I spend the next minute or so listening to Ric tell Stefan and Damon my list of indiscretions. Both of my brothers look furious! Help me? Please? Anyone?
Damon and Stefan say goodbye to Ric before turning their attention towards me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead right now!
"Hey! How was your day?" I try to calm them down. It's not working.
"Really Sophia? You couldn't be good for just one damn day?" Damon is seriously pissed.
"OW... Damon... Please... AH... Stop..." I plead, as Damon swats me all the way to the car. He pushes me in to the front passenger seat, whilst buckling me in.
"I can buckle myself in, Damon!" I tell him, grabbing the seatbelt. His only reply is to smack my hand away. Ok, then. I guess I can't today?
"I want you to go home and wait for me on the sofa. Do not move an inch until I get back!" I nod, not wanting to irk him even more.
"I'll be back as soon as I have finished." He tells Stefan, who has climbed in to the drivers side. With a slam of the door, Damon vamps off, disappearing out of sight.
The ride home was short, a lot shorter than I would've liked it to be.
I am sitting on the sofa, just as commanded.
"Stef..." Stefan looks at me, a grim look marring his face. "I'm scared."
"You're scared?" He now looks confused. "Of what?" He comes over, sitting next to me.
"Damon." I avert my gaze to the floor. "What if he hurts me, again?" I can't help but shudder as I remember the belt incident.
Stefan wraps his arm around me, pulling me in to a tight embrace.
"That won't happen again, baby girl. I promise!" He says, before kissing the top of my head.
"But, how do you know that?" I ask him, a tear rolling down my cheek.
"Because I won't let it!" I lean my head on to his shoulder, enjoying the comfort off my brother.
"Would you like a blood bag?" Stefan offers, ruining my moment.
"Yes please." I don't really feel like one, but it will help with my healing after you know what.
I am just finishing up my mug of warm blood, when Damon storms in with a face like thunder. I stare at him, full of dread. My stomach is doing backflips.
"Can I have a word, Damon?" Stefan says to him, before walking to the kitchen without waiting for a reply. Damon follows, now sporting a curious look.
As soon as the kitchen door closes, I hear the blender being switched on, effectively preventing me from hearing what they are saying. Great! As if I'm not worried enough!
They re-enter the living-room seconds later, and Damon no longer looks like he is ready to beat me in to next week. He walks straight over to me, stopping directly in front of me, holding his hand out.
"Let's just get this over with, shall we?" He says, but he sounds like he doesn't really want to do it. I nod my head, taking his offered hand and letting him pull me to my feet.
I expect him to lead me upstairs to my room, but instead he just raises his left foot, placing it on the sofa I recently occupied, before flipping me over his lap.
"Wooahhh" I say, trying to balance myself. I know he won't let me fall, but I still don't like just dangling like a Christmas tree ornament.
"You ready, Soph?" Damon asks me. I nod my head in confirmation. "I can't hear you."
"Sorry! I mean... Yes sir!" I am so not ready, but is anyone ever ready for a spanking? Didn't think so! I scrunch my eyes closed, preparing for the pain that is about to take over my backside.
I feel Damon tighten his arm around my waist before the first swat lands. It was a hard swat, and it hurt, but it's not the hardest he can give. I was expecting harder if I'm honest. He follows with another 19 swats, all the same strength, before he stops and stands me back on my feet.
I stand there, waiting to be told what's to happen next. I sneakily reach my hand around to try and rub the sting out of my bum.
Damon completely shocks me to the core, by wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in for a hug. I immediately burst out crying, soaking his shirt with my tears, as I wrap my arms around his waist.
After a couple of minutes, and a lot of tears, Damon pulls away. He looks me in the eyes, placing both of his hands on my shoulder, and gives me a sad smile.
"Are you ok?" He asks, keeping his sad smile.
"Yes sir," I answer him.
"Come her baby," he says as he pulls me down with him to sit on his lap. I let out a small hiss as my butt comes in contact with his leg. It wasn't a long spanking, but it still hurt.
"Sophia, I am really sorry that I hurt you last time, but I promise that I will never do that again! I really don't want you to be afraid of me. I'm your big brother, you should never be afraid of me!" I can tell he means what he is saying, and it brings forth more tears. I wipe them away as quick as they can fall.
"I love you Damon! Even when I'm being a brat," I joke. Trying to lighten the mood.
"Haha," Damon laughs. "I love you too, baby!"
"Ahem," Stefan coughs from by the other sofa.
"We love you too, Stef!" I tell him, smiling now.
"Speak for yourself," Damon says. "I don't love him!" Typical Damon, pretending not to care.
"Awwww I love you guys too," Stefan says, vamping over to us and jumping on our laps, hugging us both. I go in to a fit of giggles as Damon tries his best to push him off of us, but Stefan holds on tight.
I think Stefan goes one step too far, as he kisses Damon's cheek. Damon jumps up, dropping Stefan and I on to the floor, muttering something about bleaching his face. Stefan and I are laughing so hard, my stomach is killing me.
We spend the rest of the night, after Damon has scrubbed his face of Stefan's love of course, watching movies together. It's just like the good old days. Me, Damon and Stefan against the world. I couldn't be any happier right now!