Back to Mystic Falls Chapter 47, a Vampire Diaries + Originals Crossover fanfic

Pairing: Freya/Rebekah (F/f) hand, hairbrush

Whitmore Boarding House

Mystic Falls, Virginia

September 1855

Hayley was eager to go to the mirror and see what the gifted necklace from Elijah looked like on her. It felt good around her neck, almost as if it had an aura of protection. Yet Elijah had just left and she was still sitting on the porch swing. She broke away from those thoughts and focused on the two teen girls standing in front of her. Harriet looked worried and guilty, Kathy looked defiant.

"I am not angry at you for eavesdropping," Hayley stated, realizing it was true. "Sometimes it tis in a woman's best interest to know what is going on around her, especially if she is excluded from having a say in it. But I would like to know what you heard."
Harriet wrung her hands nervously, she admitted, "I could not hear much. Just something about the men having a council and Mr. Salvatore being poorly..."

"It tis alright, Harriet. You go on to bed," Hayley smiled. "And remember you are not Mrs. Whitmore's servant anymore. I shall pitch in and help her more in the evenings. I want you to attend to your studies more. You look tired and worn. Right to bed, please."

"Yes, Miss," Harriet said, leaving the porch. "I have not been feeling like myself as of late."

"I suppose I am the one in trouble as usual," Kathy griped. "I heard everything but I did not understand it. Go ahead and thrash me. I know you want to."

"Kathy, that is not true. I meant to compliment you today on how you behaved around Elena and Damon. I know that was not easy for you," Hayley said, patting the empty space beside her.

Kathy nodded, "It twas not. I am certain that Elena Gilbert will be bearing Damon's babies whilst I become an old maid, stuck here with fat Mrs. Whitmore forever! Those Lockwood and Fell boys would not even look at me, a girl with no family name and nothing to bring to a marriage."

Kathy plopped down on the swing and Hayley looked at her in alarm. Did the girl not realize she was a vampire? Hayley long suspected that Emily Bennett had muddled with her former partner's mind. But to make her think she was human seemed especially cruel.

"Kathy, do you remember Emily? The one who you were companions with. I think you came here to Mystic Falls with her...," Hayley asked carefully.

"Ah, yes, I believe that name rings a bell, yet I cannot picture her face," Kathy said. Her face darkened, she went on, "When I try to remember, I feel odd, almost ill. And I never get ill," Kathy said, uncomfortably.

"Nay, you do have a good constitution. Do you remember your life before you came here? Where you were born?" Hayley prodded, wondering if she should pursue this, yet unable to stop.

"Of course I do!" Kathy said. Her eyes fluttered and she grabbed her head. "Yet I cannot speak it. I have dreams now. Awful dreams that my father took my baby girl. I never saw her again. Yet I never had a baby, or a father. How could I? I am a virgin, of course... She did something to me, did she not?"

"I believe so," Hayley confirmed.

Kathy paled and went on, "Then I have dreams that I am so thirsty. I wake up with blood on my lips as if I have the consumption, yet I do not feel sick. It tis Harriet who looks ill, not I."
She had wondered how Katherine was feeding, then it hit her like a rogue team of horses. Kathy was feeding off of Harriet, it was the only thing that made sense. She would speak to Elijah about it when she had the chance.

Mikaelson Estate

Rebekah and Elena's Room

Night

Freya had settled Elena in her attic bedroom to ensure she got proper rest. Freya had them put Elena in her bed and had a cot brought up for herself. Damon had tried to make his apologies but Freya had shooed him away, promising he could see her in the morn. Reversing the spell with the proper words had been easy, though how Damon had found the spell troubled her. To let Elena in the room, Freya had to remove the barrier. She had to find a way to protect her space that worked a touch better.

Rebekah had been in a frightful state on the walk home. She ranted about Niklaus and Elijah until Freya stopped her.

"Rebekah, that is quite enough. I will not tolerate such talk about our brothers. I know you are upset, but this fit is not helpful," Freya lectured as they neared the kitchen. "I will fix you a cup of tea and then I must see to Elena. You can have your supper up in your room. I will see to you then," Freya determined.

"I mean it, Freya, you do not know them like I do. I will get that dagger and use it on Elijah! And with Nik, I shall do worse. I swear it," Rebekah fumed, stomping her foot and putting her hands on her hips.

Freya snapped, "Enough! You may want to fix your blouse before you go in the house. You missed a few buttons. I think Elijah had the right idea about the hairbrush. Go straight up. I do not think chamomile tea will do the trick."

Rebekah fixed her button and scowled at Freya as she entered the house.

"You are as bad as them," Rebekah spat.

"I shall render that as a compliment. Now go before I change my mind and paddle your behind right in the kitchen for all to see," Freya warned. "I spied a few good spoons that I am sure Cook would lend to me for a few moments."

Rebekah stamped her foot again and went up to her bedroom quickly. Freya leaned against the counter and counted to ten. She was not surprised that a hot temper ran in the family.

Boys' Room

Elijah found Kol sleeping, Damon pacing, and Marcel sitting at his desk writing his apology letters.

"Uncle," Marcel said, looking up and then back down at his paper. He was at a loss for words, running the events of the evening through his head over and over again.

"Boys, I came up to check on you and say goodnight. Marcellus, you can work on those tomorrow. It is bedtime," Elijah said evenly.

Damon's brows were knitted together. "Freya would not let me see Elena, but she said she was sleeping. I wish I could."

"You must. I know tonight was upsetting, but you both have to get up early tomorrow," Elijah reminded them.

"So I can do my apology letters all day tomorrow?" Marcel said bitterly. "Papa got the idea from Finn as Damon has to do them also. I am so glad we are now, not only sharing a room, but sharing punishments!"

"Tis not a bad idea. Would you rather write 'I get a whipping when I sneak out to go to the brothel' five hundred times. I believe Kol had to do that a few times," Elijah smiled.

Kol turned, "It twas a hundred and I got another hiding when Nik said my letters were too sloppy..."

"Back to sleep, Kol," Elijah smirked. "We are a family and sometimes that demands saying you are sorry. Putting our thoughts into writing has a way of clarifying exactly what we did so we can try to avoid those mistakes in the future."

Marcel put his pen down and shifted on the hard chair. "Mayhaps we are not the only ones who made mistakes tonight?"

"Marcellus, we will speak of this more tomorrow. For now, I want you to put your night shirt on, clean your teeth, and get abed. I would hate to have to spank you so soon after your Papa took the belt to you," Elijah warned.

Marcel's face reddened and he looked at Damon.

"I hear Damon got a switching over Finn's lap. There is no call to be ashamed. Now, obey me," Elijah said firmly.

"You did not have to give Papa your belt!" Marcel said as he started to unbutton his shirt.

"I feel like I did," Elijah said calmly. "I do love you, Marcel. I know this is a difficult situation but we are doing the best we can. Can you try to understand that?"

Marcel nodded, "I am trying, sir. That does not make it easier."

"I am sorry for it," Elijah said. He pulled Marcel into a brief embrace and then patted his behind. "Things will seem better in the morning."

Marcel sniffed and said he was going out to use the privy.

Damon had changed and got into his bed.

"I am not sure Elena even wants to see me," Damon said miserably.

"Giving her a little time is not the worst idea in the world. You say your piece and then back off," Elijah advised.

"I shall not be able to sleep, my backside is throbbing so," Damon complained in a soft whine.

"Let me see," Elijah said, flipping up his nightshirt. Even in the dim candlelight, Elijah could see that it was back to being white and unmarked. "Tis not even pink. I think what is smarting is your pride and your heart. I could go on and give you another smacking to help you sleep, if you like."

Damon laughed and said that was not required. Elijah kissed him and tucked him in his bed tightly. Elijah next went to Kol.

"So not the one in hot water tonight," Elijah said slowly. "How does that feel?"

"Boring," Kol quipped. Elijah snickered and slapped him on the rump before leaving.

"Behave yourselves," Elijah advised, before shutting the door.

Rebekah and Elena's Room

Rebekah took the tray from the maid and set it down on the table. A part of her wanted to hurl it at the wall but Freya was already on her way up to spank her. She hardly knew this new sister and now Nik was making her thrash her. Rebekah was not hungry for food, but could have used a nice warm drink of blood. She wished she had fed from the serving girl, but she was long gone.

Rebekah changed out of her skirt and blouse. She stripped and threw a white, cotton nightgown over her head. Rebekah slipped on a clean pair of split drawers as an afterthought. They may help somewhat. She normally would brush her hair but refused to touch the silver hairbrush that was soon to grace her bottom.

Rebekah was upset over Marcel. She knew that Niklaus did not punish him often. She hated to think of him getting it worse than her, but she knew that he most likely would. She was an Original vampire, she could take a little spanking, but Marcel was a young vampire. It would be more intense for him and his healing was slower.

Freya came in to find Rebekah standing at the doors to her balcony with them open, looking outside.

"Thinking of fleeing, Sister?" Freya asked.

"Always," Rebekah replied. "You just got here. You have no idea what it has been like for me."
"We talked about this," Freya said. "But I am always here to listen. What are you really angry about?"

"The truth? I am vexed about Marcel, but I suppose deep down I know Nik, nor Elijah, would ever harm him or give him more punishment than he can take. It tis just that sometimes I hate being a vampire more than Finn ever did. It tis not the hunger for blood, but the loss of the life I wanted. I will never have a family, a child, a home," Rebekah said without emotion. "I have always and forever, but it seems like my arms are forever empty and always my heart is aching. Whatever is left of my mortal heart..."

Freya grabbed both of her sister's arms tightly. "That is not true, Little Sister. You have a family and a home here. And do you not see how the children look at you? Stefan is devoted to you. The others adore you and wish to be in your happy and kind presence always. They were much worried when you could not be located. Our mother birthed me only to give me away. It tis not blood that makes a true mother, but love. Do not ever let me hear you speak that way again," Freya chided.

Rebekah thought about it. "You are right, Freya. I am sorry. I supposed I have been spoiled and coddled here. Mayhaps that is what makes me want to stab Niklaus, that he is right. I am not ready to be oft on my own. I never really have been. They have always protected me, even from myself."

"Nonsense, you are clever and capable," Freya stated knowingly. "You would not falter on your own. Like me, you would develop the skills and wisdom to survive. Yet I do not want you to leave, not now with Dahlia hunting me and all of you. But someday, I promise, I will help you get the life you wish for."
The sister hugged and then Freya pulled away.

"You are still going to spank me, are you not?" Rebekah asked timidly.

"Yes, I think it may yet do you some good. Go fetch your hairbrush. I may not have brought up children of my own, but I was a nurse, a house servant, and a few other jobs that made a strong arm a benefit," Freya shared. "You will not do what you did today without thinking twice after I am done with you, I assure you of that."

"Bloody hell," Rebekah said under her breath. "I cannot wait."

Rebekah walked over slowly and picked up the heavy brush monogramed with a large "M." Freya surveyed the room.

"You may lay on your bed," Freya said. She was not as strong as the others by a fraction, Rebekah would have to submit to her punishment unless Freya used magic to restrain her.

"On my bed?" Rebekah asked, a tad confused but pleased she would not have the added humiliation of going over her big sister's knee.

"Yes, flip up your gown," Freya said. "I aim to do a small spell to pause your healing. Elijah explained how quickly all of you heal. I do not wish to burn you with vervain. Just the brush."
Freya laughed at her feeble jest and Rebekah scowled, but obeyed getting over the pillows Freya set up to lift her bottom. She was surprised when Freya left her drawers on, patting her backside with the flat side of the silver brush.

Rebekah folded her arms under her head and felt silly with her drawers covered bottom up in the air. She heard Freya whisper, "Sho Bala. Asinta Mulaf Hinto, Sho Bala." In seconds, her rear began to tingle. It was not unpleasant until she felt Freya lift the brush.

Freya remembered to cast a privacy spell at the last minute, she did not expect that Rebekah would be able to remain silent and the rest of the children were sleeping.

Rebekah tensed and a second later heard the crack of the brush on her right cheek.

Whap!

Freya put a restraining hand on Rebekah's back as she paddled her right cheek another nine times.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Whap!

Rebekah held her hands together tightly, but could not stop her feet from drumming into the bed to relieve some of the sting.

"Oh, Freya, that really hurts!" Rebekah gulped, wiggling.

"Stay still or I will put you over my lap. Do not think that I cannot hold you for as long as I wish. You should be thinking about why you are getting a spanking," Freya chastised.

Then, Freya began her assault on Rebekah's left cheek. Right in the same spot, ten times the heavy brush fell. Freya was not spanking fast, just hard. She seemed to pause a moment or two between each crack of the brush.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Rebekah shifted her behind and was dismayed to feel her drawers pulled apart to bare her bottom.

"Sister, please!" Rebekah begged, turning her head.

"Behave or I will give you extras," Freya warned hotly.

Next, she lowered the brush to swat Rebekah's sit spot on her left side.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

After ten firm whacks, the right side was equally paddled.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Rebekah begun to cry as Freya next turned her attention to walloping both cheeks in the same spot. She tried to twist and move her bottom away, but Freya threatened her with a second spanking if she moved out of position.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Rebekah was sobbing heavily and moving with each smack.

"That is it. Spread your legs, young lady," Freya ordered.

Rebekah cried louder. Her brothers had certainly never done this to her.

Smack! Smack!

After several fierce spanks that were harder and faster, Rebekah reluctantly obeyed.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Rebekah howled as Freya popped her inner thighs three times each.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

"Stop, F-Freya, I am s-sorrrrry," Rebekah sobbed. "I cannot take anymore."

Freya put the brush down and checked Rebekah's rosy bottom.
"It is red, but I am going to teach you is is best to behave while you are getting a spanking from me," Freya said. She used the flat of her hand to deliver five sharp blows to each cheek.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

The fresh flurry of spanks almost caused Rebekah to roll over but Freya pinned her in place with magic.

"Ahhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ouchieeeee," Rebekah shrieked.

"I warned you to stay still. I may need to paddle you right before you go to school tomorrow. You need to start obeying," Freya warned.

"My backside is on f-fire!" Rebekah wailed.

Freya stopped spanking and tried to catch her breath. She released all of the spells aside from the pause in healing. Freya was not impressed by Rebekah's self-discipline. It was clear to her that her sister was much spoiled and indulged. No matter, she would take over her discipline from now on

"Your behind is not on fire," Freya assured her. "Move those hands. I did not give you permission to rub. I did all that hard work and I want you to learn a lesson."

"I did," Rebekah sobbed. "You are meaning that both Elijah and Nik put together."
Freya could not help but smirk, "What of Finn? Has he not blistered your bottom?"
"I believe only once," Rebekah sniffed. "His hand is rather large. But he is not a brute, like you!"
Freya was in disbelief, "That cheekiness is what is going to get you spanked in the future, little girl. If want to be treated like a responsible woman, you must start to act like one."

Rebekah just cried and Freya rubbed her back.

"Can I have some blood?" Rebekah whined pitifully.

"In the morning, I hope a sore bottom will encourage you to behave," Freya said. "I need to check on Elena. We will revisit your behavior in the morning, miss. Though your teacher will not be happy that you failed to do your school work, is that not right?"

Rebekah cried harder, "Let me do it now. I forget to do it yesterday and one time before, I will get the paddle if is tis the third time!"

"This is what I mean, Rebekah," Freya said. "Responsibility is earned. Now, close your eyes."
Freya snuggled in closer to Rebekah and rubbed her hot backside softly. She would lift the spell in a few moments and then go check on Elena.

Rebekah stopped crying, "I am sorry, Freya. I am ashamed of my behavior. Do not be vexed at me."

"I am not, dear," Freya said. "But I do agree that you can do better. I am here to help you. We shall need to be strong in the days ahead."

Rebekah yawned, "I am glad you are here even if you do spank too hard. Can you never use that hairbrush again?"

Freya glanced at Rebekah's red backside and agreed, "Fine, but you may not like the alternative."
"I care not," Rebekah said in a sleepy voice. "I just do not want to think of the threat of a paddling ever time I brush my hair."

"Fine, love," Freya laughed. "No more hairbrush."

Freya lifted the spell as Rebekah fell asleep and her bottom healed. Before she knew it, she was sleeping, too.

Next Chapter Poll (You be the judge):
*Should Freya spank Rebekah before she goes to school for misbehaving during her punishment?
*Or should Hayley paddle Rebekah for not doing her homework?

*Does Marcel really go to the privy or is he doing something else? Like smoking or drinking outside? Does he get caught?

*Does Damon sneak up to the attic to see Elena? Or Jeremy?