Thanks to everyone who gave me their input on this chapter. I tried to compromise and incorporate an idea from everyone.
Pairing: Finn/Damon (M/m) hand, switch, Klaus/Marcel (M/M) hand, belt
Whitmore Boarding House
Mystic Falls, Virginia
September 1855
Two Hours Earlier
Elijah and Hayley held hands and looked at the stars together. Hayley had never felt like this. She felt safe and happy with the sophisticated and powerful vampire. She could have sat like this forever, just with him. Elijah broke the spell by speaking.
"I brought you something," Elijah whispered. He let go of her hand to dig out a small black velvet pouch from his jacket pocket. Hayley looked at Elijah in surprise and pleasure, saying, "You did not have to get me anything. Just being here is enough."
Hayley had meant to gush to Elijah about how clever Solomon was and how Kol was maturing and helping her during the day. She was a little concerned about Stefan always stuffing sweets in his mouth when no one was looking. Then, she wanted to talk about Elena and Damon. Hayley saw something in the boy's eyes, she did not care for. He was not only smitten, he was deeply in love. At so young an age, Hayley never thought that came to much good. But all of those things fell into the back of her mind as she slipped out the contents of the draw string pouch into her hand.
"What is it?" Hayley gasped. She saw a green stone cut into a perfect circle. "It's beautiful."
"When I first saw it, I thought it matched your eyes. But then the old witch who sold it to me told me more. It is called alexandrite, 'emerald by day, ruby by night,'" Elijah said, moving to put the pendant around her graceful neck. "It was discovered in the Ural Mountains in Russia in the 1830s. But this one is special. It will only turn red if you are in danger."
"Oh Elijah, I love it," Hayley breathed. They shared a kiss but then Elijah felt something in his pocket.
"What the devil?" Elijah gasped, putting a note out of his pocket. It looked like it was written in blood. It said, "Brother, come home now please. Damon, Elena, Rebekah, and Marcel are missing."
"I needs go," Elijah said, leaning over to press a kiss into Hayley's forehead. She caught his hand.
"Wait. Thank you for the pendant. I shall wear it always," Hayley said.
"Please do, I hope it helps keep you safe," Elijah said, parting.
Hayley turned to the open window and called into the boarding house.
"Harriet, Kathy, you can come out here now. I would like to speak to you!" Hayley said, fingering her new pendant. It was still green, but she knew that someday soon it would turn red like the blood that would run through Mystic Falls.
Mikaelson Estate
Evening
Elijah led Damon back in the direction of the house, but the boy was lagging. He was glad that Freya had successfully used her magic to summon him and that he was there to keep Niklaus calm. Their hybrid brother was the best tracker, but he sometimes wanted to maul his "prey" when he found them. Now that Damon was safe, he and Niklaus should be looking for their other two lost lambs: Rebekah and Marcellus.
Elijah was relieved to see Finn coming back.
"Brother, would you see that Damon makes it to the house. I must see to Nilaus and find the other two. I have some idea of where they might be," Elijah said. In Old Norse, Elijah continued, "There is an old barn on the south end of the property where they meet. They may be there."
Finn nodded, "Go on, Elijah. Niklaus is frothing at the mouth. I hope he is not too hard on our sister and his son when he finds them."
"As do I, Brother," Elijah answered. He vamped off in search of his younger brother.
Damon had kept walking slowly during this whole exchange, but looked eagerly at Finn for news.
"Is she up? Did Freya awaken Elena?" Damon questioned.
"Aye, she is fine. A mite tired and out of sorts, but fine. It tis you I am concerned about," Finn said, looking over the boy. His dark hard was messed and his shirt was dirty and covered with debris.
"I am fine," Damon mumbled. "I ought to be horse whipped or worse for what I did! I am so bloody slow-witted and dim. It would have been best if my father had shot me dead..."
Finn stopped sharply and snapped, "What did you say? Damon, you made a mistake as all do. Tis not the end of the world. Elena will be fine. Now, pull yourself together before I do it for you!"
Damon stomped and made his hands into fists and shouted, "What the hell do you know? You spent 800 years in a bloody coffin!"
Finn sucked in a sharp breath and threatened, "You do need a whipping do you not?"
Damon raised his hands as if to do another spell to protect himself but Finn's vampire speed nixed that. Finn grabbed Damon by the arm and marched him over to a fallen log in a small copse of trees. Damon tried to struggle against the ancient vampire, but it was futile, he was like the fly caught in the spider's web.
Finn sat and yanked the insolent teen over his knees, starting the spanking quickly.
"I know *smack* you are angry! *smack* But I am *smack* trying to help *smack* you," Finn interjected while laying hard whacks on Damon's upturned bottom. Damon gasped and bit his lip not to yelp as the spanks were hard and fast. He had never been so angry!
"Go to Hell!" Damon yelled as Finn peppered his trousers with more swift slaps.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"As you mentioned, *smack!* I was already *smack!* there," Finn replied. He leaned to the right and picked up a fallen stick. "This should do as a nice switch."
Thwap! Thwap!
Damon screamed and thrashed wildly as the makeshift switch made contact across his behind.
"Do I need to *Thwap!* take down your *Thwap!* trousers? Or are you *Thwap!* going to behave? *Thwap!* Elena is going *Thwap!* to be fine. You will *Thwap!* apologize to all and *Thwap!* forgive yourself," Finn determined.
Finn laid down several licks to Damon's sit spots and upper thighs to get through to him. He would feel that when he sat for a time.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Damon snarled, "Owwwwwww, stop! Ouchhhhhhhh."
Damon broke from the sting and the realization that Elena would forgive him. She would be fine. He had made a mistake and had been punished.
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
Damon sobbed, "You are c-correct. I am s-sorry..."
Finn stopped applying the switch and tossed it aside, grateful that the boy had listened to his words. He pulled Damon up and then down to eye level.
"Damon, lad, all will be well. I swear this to you," Finn vowed. "That anger you felt is only a shadow of the the love you feel for that girl. But you can not let it destroy you. Come, let me dry your face."
Damon let Finn wipe his face as he snuck his hands back to his backside to see if it was still there. It twas but he swore he could feel heat emanating from it as he tried to rub out a modicum of the sting.
"I should not have said what I said," Damon sniffed. "About you. That was very low of me, I apologize."
Finn pulled Damon into his lap and held him. "Tis true. My pride and anger got me jailed for almost a millennium. The truth is that I was going to break our vow and leave our family. I cared not if our father slaughtered all of us, I just wanted it to be over. Niklaus saw that in me and did the right thing. I twas not truly reformed until Sage showed me what I was missing," Finn admitted. "The love of a woman can be redeeming, but it can also destroy. I know you love Elena but you must realize you have others who love you a great deal. Do you recall a small blonde boy who is mayhaps staring out the window waiting for you to return?"
"Stefan!" Damon answered. "Yes, can we return now? I will apologize to everyone and make my amends."
"I think letters of apology would be a step in the right direction, in your best hand," Finn said, putting an arm around the boy and starting back.
"Ugh, but then I would have to sit," Damon whined. "Your hand smarted a good deal more than I imagined and you switched my thighs."
"The next time I have to punish you, I will take down your trousers and do it properly," Finn warned. "We will discuss any other punishments when we get home. Now, I would like to hear where you got that spell. I doubt that Kol would have taught you such a thing."
Damon hung his head in shame. "No, sir. Twas not Kol. I may have..."
Finn reached over and popped Damon's sore bottom twice. Slap! Slap!
"Do I need to find another log?" Finn growled in frustrated.
"I found it in one of Freya's grimoires!" Damon confessed. "But then she warded the room and I could not enter again. That is why I could did the wrong spell as I only glanced at it hastily. The bluebell was for a love spell for Elena."
Finn nodded, "Someday, you will come into your power. No one will be able to challenge you, witch, nor man, or even vampire. But until that day, be cautious and prudent. And you will write a letter of apology to Freya as well and offer to help assist her in her tasks for one week."
"Yes, sir. Are you going to spank me again?" Damon asked.
"Nay, I know you had good intentions," Finn said. "And I appreciate your honesty, but you will be under restriction for a few days. After your letters, you will stand in the corner until bedtime every night until the letters are completed."
Damon wanted to fuss, but instead he nodded. "Yes, Finn. I do not know why I do the foolish things I do. Elena does not even fancy me."
Finn felt sympathy for the teen and said, "I worried the same way over Sage. Love can take time. Show her that you care and get to know her heart. What does she like? Enjoy? Dream of. That girl and her brother have had a most disturbing past year. Did you consider that?"
Damon frowned, "No, I suppose not. Her parents died and they were on the run...hungry and living in some barn. She told me but I cannot relate. Even in our darkest days, Stefan and I always had a feather bed and meat to eat. Thank you for your advice. It is sound. I will do my punishments and become better for it."
Finn nodded, "Good lad. I meant it when I said all will be well. You shall see. Look, we are almost home."
Damon grinned and unconsciously rubbed his sore bottom. He could not wait to see Elena and tell her how sorry he was. Stefan was waiting for him and ran out to greet him. Damon saw the tear tracks on Stefan's face and let the tears trickle down his own cheeks. He would add Stefan on to his apology list or maybe smuggle him some hard candy he had hidden for the boy for a special ocassion.
Barn on the Southside of Property
Marcel woke up first. Rebekah had worn him out as it had been a long while since they could express themselves without fear of the others hearing. She was so lovely, his Bekah. His vampire vision allowed him to see every inch of her flawless skin. She had not a wrinkle or a mole, forever young. But would they also be forced to sneaked around forever? It twas not fair.
Rebekah started, "Gods above! What time is it? Marcel, why did you not wake me? We are hours past supper!"
"Shhh," Marcel said. "I just wanted to watch you sleep. Someday I am going to build a beautiful house for us, just like we talked about. Greek columns, a big porch, and a bigger wine cellar than anyone in has ever seen!"
Rebekah laughed as she put on her drawers.
"You are a dreamer, Marcel. Perhaps we could have a grand wedding feast and invite the whole town? I could even make a white wedding dress with reams of lace like Queen Victoria. Then, mayhaps you could dress like Prince Albert of Saxe-Coburg...Oh, I have an idea for my veil," Rebekah added cheekily.
She giggled more as she realized they had done it with her still wearing her white stockings.
"What? I missed your laugh," Marcel prompted. "Yes, you wore your stockings. Mayhaps next time you could wear your new corset, too?"
They heard something outside and stared at each other in shock.
"Get dressed. They have found us!" Rebekah gasped. She pulled on her white chemise and then yanked on her skirt and blouse. Where the bloody hell were her boots?
Niklaus stomped in a second later through the rough barn doors and inquired, "Looking for this, Sister?" He tossed the black boots to her and she caught them in the darkness. Freya came in behind Klaus carrying a lantern that cast shadows in the ramshackle barn.
"Sister, Marcel, are you alright? We were worried," Freya said, looking around. "Oh my, this barn is falling apart!"
Rebekah put her feet in her boots and then hopped down from the hayloft easily.
"Apologies, we were, ah, looking for,-" Rebekah started, faltering for lack of a lie that Niklaus would believe.
Elijah came in next. "There you are. Marcellus, your father was beside himself. Sister, I do not even know what to say. I am tempted to tan your misbehaving hides right here in front of one another! Damon and Elena were also lost. It has been quite a night!"
"Are they found?" Rebekah asked, looking worried. "What happened?"
"What do you care? You were holed up here with your lover," Klaus scoffed. His hand itched to slap Rebekah's beautiful face, but he restrained himself. He glared at Marcel as his son pulled up his pants. He was too angry, he tried to just be relieved they were fine. For a moment, he was starting to fear worse, that they ran off.
"Nik!" Rebekah interjected, she did not like the way he was looking at Marcel. "It tis not his fault. We fell asleep."
"You...fell asleep! Doing what, dear sister? I have let this go too long I see," Klaus thundered. "I forbid this behavior. Freya, please take our sister back to the estate. I need to have a word with my son."
"Papa," Marcel tried. He was still putting his his shirt.
"Do not, Marcellus," Klaus snapped. "Freya, please take her. I will deal with her when I get back."
Freya used her magic to light the three lanterns hanging on the wall. She wished she had a spell to reduce the tension in the room, but that was beyond even her skill.
Rebekah started to cry and gave Freya a pleading look.
"No, allow me," Freya said firmly. "You have your hands full here."
Klaus never took his eyes off of Marcel. "Very well. We shall see you back at the house."
Elijah nodded to Freya and kissed Rebekah on the cheek, he sent her off with a little swat to her behind. In their native tongue, Elijah went on, "Obey, Freya, my dear. Freya, her silver hairbrush works very well on her stubborn behind."
Freya nodded and Rebekah's eyes went wide. She was at least glad Marcel did not know Old Norse and that her new sister was tasked with giving her a spanking. And with her own damn brush!
Rebekah wiped away a tear and spared one last glance towards Marcel. Then, Freya took her by the hand.
Elijah put an arm around Klaus.
"Marcel, your father is right. This has gone on long enough. We have turned a blind eye," Elijah said. "By rights, Rebekah is your aunt."
Marcel let out a bitter laugh, "Oh, you want to go that route, Uncle. Do you really think even the ignorant humans of this land would really believe she is my aunt? That is ridiculous. You are just looking for a reason to agree with Papa. Rebekah and I love one another."
Klaus growled, "She is not ready. You are still young and..."
"Vulnerable?" Marcel said. "I will never be a full-grown man in your eyes, Papa. But I am a man!"
Elijah saw Klaus' eyes flare yellow with rage and took a step forward.
"Marcellus, please, this is not the time to make your stand. Freya brings news of more dire tidings. You do not even know all since you have been absent from the conferences," Elijah stated.
"Absent? I was shut out! As was Kol and Rebekah," Marcel shouted. "We are not the children you make us out to be." Marcel stomped the loft floor so hard with his foot that it cracked. He jumped down lightly to the floor right across from Elijah. Now Klaus stepped closer to his wayward son.
"And yet you stomp your foot and throw a tantrum when you do not get your way. Just like you did when you were a little boy," Klaus said, almost tenderly. He thought back to those years when Marcel was a little boy and felt protective of him, as he had then. "You are my boy. Come, Marcel, let us not argue tonight. It has been a taxing night and we will include you in the next discussions."
Marcel sneered, "Or I could just leave! I will show you all that I am a man and not a child."
"Leave? Did you take leave of your bloody senses?" Klaus screamed.
Elijah exhaled, it was over. There was no holding back his brother now. Klaus stepped closer to Marcel and turned him to the side. Using the flat of his hand, he swatted his unfastened trousers several times. Marcel danced and tried to yank himself away.
Whack! Whack!
"Papa! What are you doing? Spanking me? You cannot be serious," Marcel yelped. "Owwww."
Whack! Whack!
"This is the only way we settled you down as a child," Klaus recalled. He found an old hay bale and sat on it heavily. He gripped Marcel tightly and yanked down his trousers and drawers. Without feeling any of the resistance Marcel was displaying, he tipped him over his lap.
"Nooooooo," Marcel yelled. He sometimes forget how strong the Original vampires were. He may be stronger than humans and wolves, but his father made him feel like a child in mere seconds.
Smack! Smack!
Elijah could see red handprints on the boy's light brown skin. Klaus was not holding back. Marcel squirmed and begged not to be spanked.
"Papa, just let me go!" Marcel pleaded.
Elijah saw the hand prints heal, they would be here all night before Klaus got somewhere with his stubborn son. Elijah sighed and took off his belt and folded it in half.
"Here, Niklaus, he needs something more than your hand tonight," Elijah offered, handing him the belt. Klaus' eyes met his. Elijah knew how hard this was for Klaus to discipline the boy with a strap. It reminded Klaus of the brutal whippings he got from Mikael.
"It tis not the same," Elijah said, knowing his brother's thoughts.
Klaus nodded and took the belt, soon snapping it down over Marcel's sit spots as he kicked and wailed.
Crack!
Crack!
"Marcel, why are you getting a spanking?" Elijah asked. He knelt down and took his nephew's hands. "Answer me or I shall bend you over my desk for a session with the stick next!"
Klaus paused and rubbed his son's behind to calm him enough to answer.
"I s-said I would l-leave," Marcel sniffled. His bare bottom was already blazing. He was ashamed at how quickly his father and uncle could reduce him to tears when they saw need to.
"But you will not," Elijah said. "Promise us."
Crack! Crack!
Klaus brought the belt down sharply in the same spot, causing a slight welt that faded quickly.
"OHhhhhh," Marcel cried out. "I would never l-leave her!"
Klaus replied, "We know that. And you know that I could never let either one of you go. It tis not safe out there. Not only is Mikael still out there. We have a new threat to worry about."
Crack! Crack!
Marcel sobbed, "Papa, I am s-sorry, I was a-angry. Forgive me!"
Crack! Crack!
"I already have, Son," Klaus said, ready to stop.
Elijah said, gently squeezing Marcel's hands to gain his attention and saying, "We love you very much and you know this is not easy for your father to do. But he does it out of love for your safety. We can discuss the rest on the morrow, if you like. But tonight, I want you to think of what got you here with a red, smarting backside. When you get home you will go right to bed, young man. There will be no more sneaking around with Rebekah. That is finished. Your papa is going to give you ten more licks and then we shall go home."
Klaus' face grew dark for a moment and his fangs came out. Elijah smirked and indicated that he needed to finish the belting.
Crack! Crack!
"Waaaaaa, waaaaa, ohhhhh," Marcel exclaimed as he got strapped on his upper thighs. Klaus had raised his right knee to gain better access to his thighs.
Crack! Crack!
"Nooooooo," Marcel begged.
Crack! Crack!
Elijah did not think they were very hard, but Marcel kicked and hollered loudly. What a fuss.
Crack! Crack!
"Papppppppaaaaa," Marcel said, before slumping over.
Crack! Crack!
"And no blood before bed," Elijah added. "Perhaps this lesson will stick as long as your bottom is sore!"
Crack! Crack!
Klaus dropped the belt and pulled Marcel into his arms. Elijah retrieved and replaced his belt as Klaus cradled his son. Marcel's hands went back and tried to massage his glowing bottom.
Elijah winced and realized that perhaps his brother had put some power behind those last few stripes. Elijah waved to Klaus and started back to the house to leave father and son some time to make up. He would not reveal to Klaus that he saw the tears running down his cheeks. Nothing scared him more than losing his family.