Pairing: Hayley/Kathy (F/f) slipper
Mikaelson Estate
Mystic Falls, Virginia
August 1855
Same Day, Afternoon
Kol felt horrible.
"Damon, mate. I can take another fast horse and try to go after her," Kol started. "We can use Solomon's blood to do a locator spell. The staff thinks she headed west..."
Damon hung his head. He cleared his throat and said hoarsely, "Nay, Kol. Emily needs that horse more than me. I did not know her plight. I am being selfish and unkind. It tis just it was the only gift I ever got from my father. I mean, Giuseppe."
Kol patted Damon on the back.
"I know who you meant. Our father is a right bastard, but I cannot recall a single act of kindness from him. He only left us with bruises and scalding words that sears our very souls. At least you had this small piece of remembrance from your father. I should have clarified to Emily that the blue roan was off-limits. It twas my error, I was not thinking. I shall repay you," Kol offered.
"Nay, I cannot take anything in turn. Azul was meant to run and he will for Emily. Solomon has lost his mother again, that tis worse," Damon said, stiffening up. He was ashamed that he had lost his wits at the stable. Kol and Damon saw Solomon hiding behind another shed. Damon pointed and Kol saw the young boy loitering.
"Lad, come on. No one is vexed with you. It tis almost supper. Venison tonight," Kol called out. "I think there is even a lemon cake for dessert."
Solomon peeked around the shed and Damon smiled.
"Come on, Solomon. You can wash up for supper with us," Damon offered, holding out his hand.
The small boy ran out and took Damon's hand without a word.
"I hear you like magic, too," Damon whispered. "Maybe Kol will teach us a special spell tonight?"
"I will give you a spell that will put you right to sleep. I used to use that one on Niklaus when he complained about my snoring," Kol jested. "Just do not reveal that one to him. I have kept that a secret for nine centuries now."
"Nine centuries! Why that tis 900 years. No one is that old," Solomon determined. "You are funning us!"
Damon laughed as they walked to the water pump.
"Nay, Kol here is quite old. He was a Viking," Damon added.
Kol cringed, "Well, my father was the Viking. Luckily, he was gone much of the time raiding and doing whatever else he did...killing things mainly."
Kol trailed off when he noticed Solomon looking at him with big, brown eyes filled with worry. Kol stopped and leaned down.
"I am sorry, lad. Look, now that your mum had to go, you are still safe. We shall look after you, all of us. You need not worry about that," Kol said seriously.
Solomon nodded and then started to cry. The reality of his mother leaving hit him hard.
Kol scooped him up and carrying him past the pump. They would wash inside. It was better lest Elijah chide them for uncivilized behavior, as he saw it. Only the workman and labors were to wash in public, but heavens forbid if they should come to supper with dirty boots and grubby faces.
Parlor
Elena shifted at the desk as she finished her studies. Rebekah brought her a cup of tea.
"Was Sage very hard on you?" Rebekah inquired.
Elena blushed and squirmed again.
"She used your silver hairbrush to good effect on my backside and gave me quite the stern talk," Elena shared, thanking her for the tea. "But she was right. I was wrong to behave so with that...wrench."
Rebekah felt badly that her new friend had been punished.
"Do not fret over that harpie. You may share the same face, but she is missing a heart and any lick of humanity," Rebekah scoffed. "And you have the thing she wants most: the love of a Mr. Damon Salvatore."
Elena's face continued to burn. She purred, "Ah no, Damon has been kind, but I hardly know him. I think she just disliked me on sight."
Rebekah moved her chair closer to Elena's.
"My lovely girl, you are young and do not see it," Rebekah opined. "But Damon is quite taken with you. Do you not notice how he never takes his eyes off you? He is quite the catch around these parts. His father owns many lumber mills and a score of other lucrative businesses. That is the real wealth in this country, land and businesses. Kathy wants the prestige and life of ease such a match would bring. Who knows if she even fancies him, though, he is most handsome. But do not tell Marcel I said that."
"I do not see why he would be interested in a penniless girl like me. I have no great name or any wealth," Elena said, looking up. "Only a little brother who can be very naughty."
"Elena, a man such as that, needs nothing. He can have his pick...And right now, that pick is you," Rebekah said. "Tis the way of things."
"But I do not wish to have a suitor," Elena protested. "Especially if having such a thing gets me anymore interludes with Miss Hayley's wooden paddle!"
Rebekah just smiled and whispered, "You know, I tried to resist my feelings for Marcel. He was just a child the day Niklaus brought him home. Let us see, that was in 1810 or so when we still lived in the French Quarter. I ignored them and went about my life. I even left for a few years, but when I came back...Marcel was a man. Things had changed and love is blind. Cupid's arrow struck us both and nothing could keep us apart, though Nik tried very hard. They still think of Marcel as a child somewhat and me as a silly girl, but we shall someday be wed. You shall see."
Elena shrugged this off. "I do not see love in my future. I just hope that Kathy gets what is coming to her, though Sage said I should forgive."
"Forgive? Hmm, I am not sure about that, it is not in my nature to be so forgiving. If we can work on it, we may be able to find some dark objects that will reveal Miss Kathy for the true monster she is. Though, it may take some time," Rebekah snickered. "Leave that to me. I have been digging through Kol's treasures since we were children. He shall never suspect me!"
Whitmore Boarding House
"Harriet Jean, were you there when all these shenanigans took place?" Mrs. Whitmore demanded, as she clutched the note from Hayley in her arthritic hand.
"Yes, ma'am," Harriet said shyly. "It was a real scene!"
Kathy groaned, "Harriet, whose side are you on?"
Harriet got flustered, "It all happened so fast, I do not rightly know what I saw!"
Mrs. Whitmore put a hand on her iron colored bun and patted it, though not a hair was out of place. Harriet began to sweat, if she got Kathy in more trouble, she knew the other girl would make her pay later.
"Sorry, missus, I needs use the privy," Harriet said, rushing off.
Hayley came home through the side entrance. She had stayed later at the school house to do some more tidying and talk to Mr. Maxwell about the repairs on the outhouse.
"I am home," Hayley announced. She had written the note to Kathy's "guardian", hoping she would not have to explain the whole fiasco to Mrs. Whitmore in person.
"Just in time," Mrs. Whitmore replied. "Katherine was just showing me the note you sent. Took your time getting home today just as Katherine here took her time in telling me she was punished."
Hayley bristled, "Yes, I apologize, but I had some work to take care of. Everything that happened is detailed in the note. Now, if you will excuse me, I need to wash up."
Mrs. Whitmore put up a hand and growled, "Not so fast. You said you had to give Kathy a paddling. How many licks did she receive?"
"Ten," Hayley said, omitting the fact that she had spanked Kathy some with her hand. Kathy seemed to relax.
"Really, I should like to see the damage," Mrs. Whitmore stated.
Kathy, tossed her beautiful glossy hair, and grinned, "I do not think that is needed. Hayley, I mean, Miss Hayley, left me barely able to sit comfortably the rest of the day. I have been chastised more than enough!"
Hayley and Mrs. Whitmore both glared at the girl. She was not showing much repentance or humility after trying to frame Elena.
Hayley was also unsure that she had gotten to the root of the problem at school. Katherine's jealously and hatred of Elena may have even grown. At any rate, Kathy was in for a licking. Mrs. Whitmore would not want to be viewed as a lenient guardian who spoiled her young charge.
"I said I need to see. Now, come here," Mrs. Whitmore demanded, dropping into her chair. She looked tired and worn-out to Hayley. And there were servants around, surely she did not want to strip Kathy in the parlor. Maybe Mrs. Whitmore was growing senile. Propriety was her number one concern in life and she seemed to forget that now. Though, Mrs. Whitmore had been losing customers who now stayed overnight at the saloon instead of the boarding house. There had only been a handful of visitors the last few weeks.
"You know what, Mrs. Whitmore? Perhaps I should be the one to discipline Miss Kathy tonight? After all, your gout seems to be acting up," Hayley stated kindly. "Is it not?"
"Why yes, I am not feeling well. Kathy fixed me a cup of tea. If it is all the same, I may take a short rest," Mrs. Whitmore said, trying to cover up a yawn. "Miss Hayley, you give Katherine double of what you gave her at school, just like I warned her."
"Yes, ma'am." Hayley's eyes narrowed. "Kathy, follow me please."
"The stick is in the kitchen!" Mrs. Whitmore called out half-heartedly, as she made her way to her quarters.
"Oh Hayley, that was clever. I was not sure that tea would work in time. She was going to whip me raw," Kathy expounded. "And right in the parlor? The kitchen staff would enjoy that show."
Hayley turned on the landing before her bedroom and hissed, "What? You drugged her! Kathy, she is old and not in good health. What if you gave her too much?"
"Then, she would die, I suppose," Kathy said without feeling.
Hayley opened her room and then grabbed Kathy and pushed her in.
"Are you mad? What if they sent for a physician? You could be jailed for poisoning her. Is that what you want? To languish in a jail cell or worse?" Hayley snapped.
Kathy was alarmed, "No, of course not. I just did not want another whipping! You did not have to tell her."
Hayley turned and looked Kathy in the eyes.
"Katherine, did you think she would not find out? There is nothing that happens in this town that that busybody does not find out about! In addition, I am not sure that you really examined your own behavior today," Hayley lectured.
Hayley saw that Katherine did not comprehend what she was saying. Hayley sat on the bed and took a deep breath. She patted the spot beside her.
"Sit, we need to talk," Hayley said. She waited for Kathy to take the seat beside her. "And I am ready to listen, too. You know you can speak to me in confidence, I hope."
Kathy frowned, "I-I, perhaps went too far at the stream. I let my emotions get the best of me. But how would you feel if some tramp came to school looking the same as you and stealing away the boy of your dreams? Do you not know what it is like to really love?"
Hayley felt a heat creep into her neck and chest as she thought about Elijah Mikaelson. In truth, she had been hoping he stopped by the school house, as he sometimes did, but he did not. She missed him more than she wanted to admit.
Hayley took Kathy's small hand and was surprised the erratic girl did not pull away.
"It hurts to love sometimes. You know, we have some things in common. We are both here without family or many friends. Many see us and only think we are biding our time until the men of our dreams sweep us away. But Kathy, love is only one part of life. I became a teacher to free myself and to help others. You can use your time at school to get an education," Hayley shared.
"Oh Hayley, I do not truly mean offense, but I will never become a school mistress. I hate children," Kathy giggled.
Hayley smiled, "You hear the same talk from the other boarders about the threat of a war someday between the states. A woman cannot rely on a man for her future. I knew women back in New Orleans that became mid-wives, nurses, and yes, even governesses. Of course, many careers stop at marriage, but how many of our sisters struggled after their man died or could not work. Education can be a path to freedom. ."
"So can a good match, Hayley. And Damon is handsome, kind, and very rich. Why cannot he love me?" Kathy stated.
"The truth is that you cannot force love. Do you think pushing Elena into the stream made her look less desirable in Damon Salvatore's eyes? Truly?" Hayley inquired.
Kathy thought about poor, little mistreated Elena and frowned. Damon had looked at her with longing and sympathy all afternoon.
"You are right," Kathy agreed. "I made him like her even more. I will have to try harder."
"Nay, that is what I am saying. You want someone who is going to like you for you. All these games and intrigues pan out to naught in my experience. Why do you not find something that interests you? Writing, poetry, painting, fashion, or something of the like? Make your own way in the world without a man's lead. Is that not more clever than seduction?" Hayley pondered.
Kathy giggled again, "Hayley, that is the silliest thing I have ever heard! Though I do like fashion, it would be impossible to make gold out of it...It tis just a fantasy on your part."
Hayley smiled with her. "Perhaps it is. But I have been told I am a dreamer. Now, back to the matter at hand, you did misbehave quite badly today. I will forgo the stick, but I do think another spanking will encourage you to stop the nonsense with Elena, do you not?"
Kathy backed up on the bed, "No, Hayley, the paddling really hurt. You smacked me on the bare wet behind! Was that not enough? I shall not do that again."
"Shall I call for Mrs. Whitmore's stick?" Hayley asked sternly.
Kathy's face grew sullen. "If I cooperate, you will not use that awful stick or her clothesbrush?"
"No," Hayley promised. She reached down and pulled one of her slippers from underneath the bed. "I think a slippering should suffice. But I want you to apologize to Harriet and start treating her as the loyal friend she is. If you do not watch it, you shall lose her with your underhanded and cruel behavior. I know you have it in you to be a kind and good girl in or outside of school."
Kathy fretted, "Harriet would never betray me, but perhaps I should not take her for granted. I will speak to her."
"You may do so after your bottom is spanked again," Hayley noted, brandishing the leather slipper.
"My backside is still aching. Those benches at school are so hard!" Kathy whined.
"Over my lap again. I know how badly you tend to squirm. Take off your dress," Hayley demanded.
Kathy stripped down to her corset, but took off her layers of crinoline, her pantalettes, and her chemise. They were fine things and Hayley set them on the bed behind them. She had Kathy lay over her lap and she locked Kathy in with her right leg, letting Kathy's feet remain on the floor.
Kathy inhaled abruptly as she felt the leather slipper pat her nude bottom a few taps.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Hayley, I have changed my mind. My bottom is still tender! If Mrs. Whitmore is ill, she cannot strike me so hard-," Kathy protested.
Whap!
Hayley snapped the slipper down across both of Kathy's pink cheeks, crying the girl to shout out, "Ahhhhhh."
Whap!
"Oaf!" Kathy gulped.
Whap! Whap!
Soon, Hayley was whacking the beautiful vampire in a staccato rhythm. She aimed for the center of each cheek now. But would then swat in the center of both a bit firmer.
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Kathy tried to squirm but Hayley's leg held her solidly in place.
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Kathy howled and threw an arm back but Hayley pinned it to the center of her back with her left hand.
"You will behave at school and treat other kindly or you will find yourself with a smarting behind," Hayley chided.
Whap! Whap! Whack!
Whap! Whap! Whack!
When Kathy's behind was red all over, Hayley stopped the spanking.
"Did you learn your lesson?" Hayley asked.
"Y-Yes, ma'am," Kathy wept.
Hayley let her up and said, "I hope so."
"I will not beat that little beast into a pulp," Kathy snarked. "Not at school anyway!"
Hayley grabbed Kathy's arm as she stood and spanked the top of her untouched thighs with the flexible slipper.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Kathy howled louder and marched in place as Hayley swatted her for several rounds until Kathy blurted out that she would not touch Elena again.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Good. I really felt like the two of your could be good friends," Hayley said, putting down the slipper. "For all we know, you could be long lost relations!"
Kathy just cried and tried to rub out the sting in her bottom and thighs. Hayley went to the wash pitcher and dampened a linen cloth with cool water.
"Here, let me wipe your face," Hayley said gently. She cleaned up the tears and mucus and felt a pang of sympathy for Kathy. She looked like any other young girl who just got a hard spanking.
"Come here," Hayley said with sympathy.
Kathy tried to push her away. "I am fine you need not comfort me. I know how you feel about me."
"Kathy, it tis me. If I did not care for your future, I would not have spanked you again," Hayley admitted. "I like your sharp wit and strong spirit, that is the truth. You could never be accused of mincing words as some do."
This time, Kathy let Hayley embrace her and spent a moment crying the last of her tears. When she stopped, Hayley let her go.
"Since Mrs. Whitmore is undisposed due to that tea, which you better not serve her again, we can have supper here at the small table. I shall call Harriet up," Hayley said with conspiratorial wink. "It can be our own affair. She need not know everything, all of the time."
"Sounds lovely, if only I can sit on the bed," Kathy sniffled.
"We shall pull the table over," Hayley said.
Maybe there was hope for this hellion, Kathy, after all, Hayley thought.
Dinner Time
Main House
Elijah was reasonably satisfied that the whippings he had dealt to Dragomir and Sammy had settled them down enough for them to behave at home. He had invited them to sup in the main house, but they said they were going to make their apologies to their sister and the witch, Ilayda. He would see Tom the carpenter about repairing the lost furniture. It would need to be a bit more sturdy with rowdy wolves in the guest house. Though he thought one of the boys may have some knowledge of building, had they not spoken of that in the coach. Elijah frowned at his lapse of memory. All afternoon, he wondered if he could find an excuse to visit the school mistress in town. But dinner was ready and they had a full house. Finn was overseeing a building project for an expansion of the house. Kol had taken on dealing with Damon and his missing horse.
Klaus started out the meal by raising a glass.
"'Tis not every night that we get to welcome so many new family members. Firstly, to dear Sage, we are honored to have you as a new sister. To Finn, our eldest brother, we are equally thrilled to see you happy and with your new bride. To many happy decades ahead," Klaus begun. Everyone raised their glasses.
"And to young Solomon, welcome to the family. We will not forget your mother's sacrifice for you and our family. Though we wish we,-" Klaus paused, listening to an altercation.
Elijah stood. Rebekah and Marcel looked at each other. Kol's chair scraped the floor as he started to get up.
"No, I shall see to it," Klaus said, looking at Elijah. Klaus exited the dining room.
"What's happening?" Stefan asked Rebekah, suddenly scared. He had not heard a thing.
Elena reached over and took Jeremey's hand.
Damon shrugged, "I do not know. Kol?"
Kol put a hand up. "Someone is here."
Finn got up, knocking his chair back. "It cannot be!"
"What is it, my love? You are frightening us," Sage breathed.
"Someone who says she is our sister, Freya," Finn said, telling Kol to stay, as Elijah followed him out.
Solomon said in a quiet voice, "This is what I dreamed." Then, Solomon crawled under the lengthy dining room table. Stefan and Jeremy gleefully joined him before Elena and Rebekah could stop them.
Front Entrance
The disheveled blond woman stared at Klaus, Elijah, and Finn in shock.
"It tis true then," she said in a shakily voice. "You live. Finn, is it you?"
"It cannot be," Finn gasped.
Kol came out, "So this is her? Our sister who died of the plague. The witch Emily told me that Solomon saw this. I only...did not think it would come to pass this very day. My God, she looks like Mother..."
"Yes, Freya died. I was there...It was winter," Finn uttered, unable to take his eyes off her. "But this is not possible. Are you a spirit?"
"Nay, my bróðir," the woman said with emotion. "Mother called us Hugninn and Muninn such did we climb the trees by old home. I did not die, but sometimes I wish that I did...But now, I am glad that I lived to see you again. I am Freya, your sister, your best friend."
"Freya?" Finn said again. "How can this be?"
"Magic, I am afraid," Freya said. "Mother made a pact with Aunt Dahlia, her older sister. She could not bear children and told Dahlia if she helped her, she would give her the first born of every line to increase her power. To keep us young and immortal, she put us in a sleep spell so that we should live one year out of a hundred. I have not much time left."
Klaus scowled, "How can we trust you? Mother said a sister died in the old country long ago when Father's people captured them. She could be an agent from Father. Maybe we should kill her now and send a message?"
Klaus' eyes blazed with his hybrid rage and he stepped forward. Elijah put a restraining hand on him. Finn snarled at the suggestion of killing Freya.
But Freya laughed, "You can try to kill me, Niklaus, I presume, but Dahlia has made me unable to die. I am here to save you all. And I have no knowledge of Father or if he is even alive. Dahlia never mentioned him."
"Save us? If you are Freya, then you should know that Mother made us all immortal also. Niklaus, look in her eyes. Listen to her heartbeat, she is not lying," Elijah stated calmly.
Niklaus stepped back.
"I think you best start from the beginning," Klaus said, taking a breath.