Pairing: Hayley/Rebekah (F/f) small paddle
Thank you to everyone who gave me their input. I appreciate it. This maybe the last update for a few days. Let me know any requests for next chapter.
*It wasn't until 1873 that Harvard had their first football game. I took some artistic license here since in TVD, Damon introduces Stefan to the sport in the 1860s.
Mikaelson Estate
Mystic Falls, Virginia
September 1855
Damon had fallen into a restless sleep. It was difficult to sneak around in a houseful of vampires but he had to see Elena with his own eyes. He was tempted to try to cast another sleeping spell on Kol lest he wake up but he remembered Finn's hard hand on his backside. He did not think he could take another whipping even over his trousers like that again. He did try to check his backside, but like Elijah had commented there was no sign that he had been spanked. Vampires had a way of applying an intense sting that faded fast, he supposed. There was no other explanation.
With a start, Damon realized Marcel was also not in his bed. That was not unusual as Marcel oft had to "visit the privy" at all hours of the night. Kol usually jested, "Use the chamberpot, Marcellus."
Marcel would glare at Kol and then leave anyway. Damon now realized that he had been sneaking out to visit with Rebekah.
Damon froze as he stepped on a creaky board in the hallway. Damn! He knew that was there. Holding his breath, he crept further down the long hallway. The servants let the oil lamps burn low all night for the humans in case they needed to visit the privy at night.
"Damon!" a small voice behind him hissed. Damon cursed silently and turned, expecting to see his little brother. Instead, it was Jeremy.
"Jeremy, go back to bed," Damon demanded in a whisper.
"No, I need to see Elena. I had a bad dream," the boy replied tearfully.
Damon was trapped. He was in the same predicament
"Fine. Come, but follow my steps. And remain silent," Damon said, motioning for him to join him. He warned him about the squeaky board.
Jeremy whimpered and Damon took his hand firmly. They found the stairs to the attic and slowly made their way up. Damon had never been up there before today. He had not realized it existed.
Only a single candle burned in the large open room. It was stuffy and smelled like some kind of herb or floral fragrance.
"She tis still sleeping!" Jeremy noted. "Wake her up, Damon."
"Hush, she is in a normal sleep now. Freya helped her," Damon explained.
Jeremy bit his lip and rushed to the bed, almost tripping over his night shirt.
Elena awoke groggily and said, "Jeremy? What are you doing out of bed? Oh, Damon..."
Damon watched Jeremy bound into the bed and embrace his sister. The bond between the two reminded him of himself and Stefan. He stopped, unsure if he should come closer.
"Come. I am fine now. My ankle is all better," Elena said. She raised her ankle and moved it to show it was fine. "I am not sure how, but tis better than ever."
Jeremy bounced in the high bed. "Sage said you need not go to school tomorrow. You are to rest."
"I will not complain about that. Damon, come closer," Elena said with a small smile. "Jeremy, you can look at Freya's things but do not touch anything."
Jeremy hopped down and went to the other side of the room.
Damon came to the edge of the bed. He hung his head.
"I am sure you detest me and I do not blame you," Damon started. "I should never have taken you so far. Twas all my fault."
"Nonsense," Elena said, sitting up. She took a sip of water from the glass beside the bed. "I could have said no. I am a big girl."
Damon looked at Jeremy and saw he was examining something on the table. He grabbed Elena's hand and kissed it.
"I do not deserve to have a friend as true as you," Damon commented in a near whisper, letting go of her hand.
Elena giggled, "It was certainly not a dull evening. That is for sure. You best go now and take Jeremy. If you cannot find rest, do not forget to do those sums the teacher assigned. Also, do you not have a speech to present tomorrow?"
"Yes, I do," Damon said. He shyly reached down and kissed her hand again. "Are you sure you feel as if you have no ill effects?"
Elena nodded, "I am just a bit tired. Go, please, Damon. I do not wish to see you in more trouble."
"You know about that?" Damon asked, embarrassed.
"No, I just assumed. Good night," Elena said quietly.
Damon bade her good night and got Jeremy back to bed with no incident. He chuckled to see that the boys had pushed their beds together to make one large bed. Solomon and Stefan were curled together snoring softly. Damon wondered if he had ever slept so soundly. When he got back into his own room, he noticed that Marcel was still not there. He quickly finished his sums and then penned a quick speech using Marcel's paper. By the time he had completed his tasks, Marcel still had not come to bed.
Outside
Midnight
Chicken Coop
Elijah and Klaus had retired to Elijah's study for a drink.
"I know you are upset, Brother," Elijah said, sipping the bourbon from his desk chair.
"You know I dislike taking a strap to any of the children," Klaus commented. "But mayhaps you are right, Marcel truly earned it tonight."
"He did," Elijah confirmed. "And there were a few times in the past where you let him off without so much as a harsh word. Those chickens always come home to roost."
Klaus groaned at the saying and snapped, "Are you some kind of rustic farmer now? Perhaps we all are. Say, what is that? At the chicken coop?"
Klaus was looking behind Elijah's head out the back window. Elijah turned and his keen vampire eyes saw something that shocked him.
"It tis your son. Smoking a cigar? Did we not send him to bed hours ago? Elijah inquired.
Klaus stood with a heavy breath, saying, "He is still pouting, I wager. Like you mentioned, I spoiled him."
Elijah waved him off. "You go to bed. I shall speak to him. And Brother, you did what you thought was right with him. After all he and you had been through, you both needed the comfort, not the whippings I threatened him with. Tis probably why he resents me."
Klaus finished his drink. "I will check on Rebekah and then head to bed. tomorrow, we should sit down with Freya and come up with a better plan of defense and attack. What would I do without you, Elijah?"
Elijah put on his jacket, "Bad things, my brother. Very ill-advised things. Sleep well."
Elijah did not sleep much as late. Since the witches had hexed them and meddled with his mind, he oft found himself struggling to remember the past. Things nagged at his consciousness. Though he now knew how Katerina Petrova was, he was not sure how she fit into all this. He wished that Emily had not fled so quickly, though for her sake, he hoped she was safe.
Elijah vamped behind Marcel. "Do you have one for your uncle?"
Marcel did not start or act surprised, "Of course, though I thought you disapproved of smoking."
"I think it tis a dirty habit, but tobacco funds these lands, does it not? Could you not sleep?" Elijah asked, taking the cigar. Marcel took out a box of matches with the name "Lucifer" on them. Elijah chuckled.
"Remember that horse we had at the old house?" Elijah recalled. "Kol found him on the street after he broke loose of his master? You must have what? 15 at the time?"
"Yes, how could I forget? I almost knocked myself out trying to ride that fierce beast. There was no doubt of how he got his name," Marcel added. "You saved my life that day and never told Papa about it."
"I thought you were dead, for a moment, your heart seemed to stop. When I heard it start again, I was so relieved," Elijah said with emotion. "I know you think that I abandoned you. But my brother was growing envious of how close we had become with your studies. I had to step back."
"I know that now. But at the time, it felt like a rejection. My own father rejected me because of my skin color and my station. It hurt, you know," Marcel said, blowing white smoke into the air.
"It hurt me, too," Elijah said, lighting his cigar. He handed the matches back to his nephew. "We have spoken of it before, but perhaps I need to explain that that I had never thought I would care for another after my Celeste died."
"She did not just die. Papa had her killed," Marcel said plainly.
"He never laid a hand on any of the witches that night in 1810. Yet, yes, he started that war," Elijah remembered. "He told me that he had to send word to Europe that the witches were doing a blood sacrifice to cover up Kol's excesses...Yet it twas not Kol who had slaughtered so many, well, not alone. Your father was right there with him, during every step."
Marcel turned in surprise and looked at Elijah.
"What do you mean?" Marcel demanded. "I did not know this."
"We hid many things from you, many truths," Elijah said. "But like you mentioned, you are no longer a child. I cannot judge my brother for none of us vampires are innocent, except you. We all have had years, nay, decades of excess and debauchery. That is why we needed to stay together, to pull each other from the brink of losing any spark of humanity. Your papa is the stronger and most clever of us all, but also the most ruthless. Yet he is the glue that binds us. His fear of being alone and being slaughtered by Mikael is, in a sense, our salvation. We cannot survive in this world without the protection of one another. Vampires, when left alone, fester. They turn to stone and the bloodlust consumes them. I have seen it with many of our progeny. We need you here, Marcellus. And we want you here."
Marcel swallowed. "You have always protected me, taught me, and molded me into what I am. I am grateful for that. But uncle, I swear to you, that someday I will be worthy of Rebekah. We will make our home and live as we wish. That time is not now, but after all this is over, we will do as we wish. Papa is not the same man he was. Now that his curse is broken, he is healing."
"I would not take your free will from you," Elijah said. "That day you fell from the horse and I healed you, I was about to compel you to forget. You looked me in the eye and said, 'No.' Unlike most humans, you never feared us or shrunk back from our cold presence. And Marcel, your papa did not start to heal after his curse was broken. It was when you came. That is when it started. Have a good night, Nephew."
Elijah crushed out his cigar and walked off into the night. Marcel blew another stream of smoke into the night and followed him back to the house.
School House
Next Morning
"Very nice work, Damon," Hayley said with a smile. She had not gotten much rest as she tried to catch Kathy feeding off of Harriet. She said she saw a mouse in her room as a ruse to spend the night with the girls. In truth, there were several mice in her room that the lazy fat cat in the kitchen failed to hunt. But Kathy never attempted anything. In addition, Hayley tried to look for marks on Harriet, but the girls were getting too suspicious and Hayley had to go dress in her own quarters.
"Thank you, ma'am," Damon said. With Elena absent, Kathy was making eyes at him, but he ignored her and concentrated on his upcoming speech. Hayley stepped to the girls' side of the room.
"May I check your homework, Rebekah?" Hayley asked politely. She recorded the scores in her ledger to mark each student's progress.
Rebekah panicked, she had tried to work on it this morning, but woke up late. Freya had come in and talked to her about the night before. She had said that she would not spank her again, but she expected more cooperation the next time she spanked her.
"The next time?" Rebekah had asked. "I shall not need another correction, Sister. I assure you if that. Last night was most sufficient."
"Good," Freya had said with a smile. "I am glad to hear it. Now, you best go. The others are entering the coach."
Going down the grand staircase, she remembered her books and ran up to get them. It was difficult not to use vampire speed, but she did not have time to compel any servants who saw her. Plus, they always dropped things in fright when they noticed...
"I, ah, do not have it c-completed," Rebekah stammered.
"Rebekah, this is not the first time this week. What did I tell you I would do if you shirked your work?" Hayley asked in a low tone.
"You said I would get the paddle, but Miss, I had a very bad night," Rebekah shared. "I, um, got into a bit of mischief. Did Elijah tell you that our eldest sister is home?"
Hayley frowned, "Do not aim to change the subject. Please work on your sums now so I can check it. Then, we will speak about this at lunch."
Rebekah felt a hot blush enter her cheeks and looked up to see Kol laughing at her. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her copy book. She heard Kol whisper to Damon, "Little Miss Perfect got the hairbrush from Freya, I hear. See? You and Marcel were not the only ones to get a thrashing last night."
Rebekah took Rose's pen and fired it at Kol's leg with vampire speed. He easily caught it and covered his mouth laughing. Rose looked at Rebekah in utter shock.
"How did you..." Rose asked drifting off.
"You will not remember that I did that, only that my brother Kol is a giant arse!" Rebekah compelled. Rebekah felt a hand on her shoulder. She hissed, "Kol, let go!" But it was Hayley.
"On second thought, Miss Mikaelson, I think you ought to march yourself over to the corner. You can spend the next half-hour thinking about how you are going to get paddled at lunch time," Hayley growled.
Rebekah huffed, "Yes, ma'am." She wanted to argue that Kol was an arse, but did not put it past Hayley to paddle her in front of the whole class. That was fine for the younger students, but Rebekah had her pride...Or had, she thought as she slowly walked on leaden legs to take her place in the corner. Rebekah's sharp hearing caught a few students snickering how the teacher's pet was going to get it. She would get Kol back later.
Lunch Hour
George Lockwood brought in a new type of ball to play with at recess.
"It is called a football. It is pigskin and very costly. My father got it for me at Harvard University in the North. I would attend but Father needs me to help him with business," George bragged, as he tossed the pigskin to Matthew.
Matthew caught it and liked the weight, commenting, "Tis heavy. Catch, Damon!"
Damon caught the ball and ran a bit, almost slamming into Kathy.
"Pardon me, Kathy. We are trying to play a game here," Damon said, indicating that she should move back.
"Can I play?" Kathy asked.
George got a laugh out of that. "Sure. Can you run?"
"Faster than you, I wager," Kathy said, turning her attention to the burly new student. "Georgie, try to catch me."
Matthew walked over to Damon, saying, "I suppose the game is over. Maybe Kathy has a new boy to chase? Is Elena ill?"
Damon grimaced, "Nay, but she turned her ankle. It was my fault, really. But she should be able to stand on it in a day or so. Why do you ask?"
Matt smiled, "Oh, she was going to help me with my speech. I am not one for oratory. Would you like to hear it?"
Damon wanted nothing less, but politely said, "Of course."
Kol was taking turns lifting the boys into the air. Stefan was hopping up and down begging for another turn.
"Hold on, Stefan," Kol said. "Tis Jeremy's turn now. Then, Solomon's. You must learn patience."
"Rebekah would give me another try," Stefan said, his bottom lip quivering. "But you got her in trouble. Now Teacher is going to whip her and send a note home."
Kol put Jeremy on the ground and picked up Solomon.
"She got herself in trouble. You know we are to do our studies as soon as we get home," Kol reminded him, giving Solomon a small tickle to make him laugh.
"Then, tis Damon's fault! He made Elena sick," Stefan hollered.
"Hush," Kol said, turning to the chubby blond child. "Keep your voice down."
Stefan's face grew angry and he kicked Kol in the shin.
"I hate you both," Stefan said, running away. Jeremy and Solomon ran after him.
Kol did not know whether to laugh or catch Stefan and give him a good swat on the seat of his pants. He would have fancied a smoke in the outhouse, but then caught Croiá's eye. She walked over.
"Did Stefan just kick you?" Croiá asked with amusement.
"Aye," Kol said, shrugging it off. "And I am not sure why. He is upset that Rebekah is in trouble."
"They are very close," Croiá observed. "It is sweet. Did you cause the trouble?"
Kol looked at the lovely strawberry blond werewolf. "Mayhaps! But Rebekah had gotten me whipped a great deal more than I ever got her in trouble. She needs to learn to control her temper."
Croiá laughed, "You sound like my brother Dragomir. He oft says that to Sammy, but they both love to argue. You should have heard them last night."
Kol was curious. He had walked past their guesthouse and never heard a thing.
"Did Ilayda ward your house with a privacy spell? I never heard anything coming from it," Kol admitted.
"Are you spying on us?" Croiá teased. She went on, "Knowing Ilayda, she most likely did. They can be very loud."
"We had several loud rows ourselves of late," Kol confessed. "Are you brothers working in the wood shop? I think I heard Elijah say something about that."
"Aye, what exactly they do, I do not know," Croiá said. "I try to ignore them as much as possible."
Kol laughed, "I do not blame you. What do you do, aside from ignoring your brothers?"
"Oh, I read a great deal," Croiá started. "And it tis a bit silly, but I write...stories."
"Oh," Kol said, surprised. "I did not know that. What kind of stories?"
"Terrifying ones," Croiá shared. "Full of monsters and villains. Halina forbade me once saying they were unbecoming a young woman but she cannot stop me. I have my hiding places."
"Are you writing a biography of my family?" Kol jested, he loved making Croiá laugh.
"No, I do not think so. What do you do? I see you walking around with a book, even at night," Croiá noted.
"Read, play chess, and do research," Kol confessed. "Although I can no longer do witchcraft, that has never stopped me from trying. But do not tell anyone, they frown on that at the Mikaelson house."
"Oh, I can keep a secret," Croiá promised. "If you can keep mine."
School House
Hayley had given Rebekah leave to eat her lunch and use the outhouse, but Rebekah refused.
"I am fine," Rebekah said shortly.
"Rebekah, I saw you throw that pen at Kol. What if another child walked in front of it. We are in a room full of children. You could blind someone or even kill them," Hayley explained.
"I know," Rebekah replied. "He just makes me so angry. He was whispering with Damon about how Freya spanked me last night! Why cannot my brother just shut his...his pie hole?"
Hayley cleared her throat and replied, "I am not sure where you heard that but that is not an appropriate phrase for mouth. If you wish to know the truth, I am envious of all of you. I grew up alone in an orphanage, not knowing where my true family was. I had no one except the sister who took care of me. Even then, they came and went and I was stuck there. I would have given anything to have a brother or sister."
Rebekah felt terrible and said, "I am sorry. I did not know that. Freya talked to me about...me being a spoiled brat. Please forgive me. I will make up with Kol, if I can give him a good kick in the pants first."
Hayley could not repress her smile. "If you do that, I am going to have to have your brothers in here for a meeting. Do you want that?"
"No, I am already in for it for not doing my homework and the pen. I suppose you are writing a note home," Rebekah commented.
"I have to," Hayley said. "Plus, you know I cannot deceive Elijah, if he should ask. Now, bend over the desk and drop your drawers. I will close the blinds."
Rebekah was grateful that Freya had restored her healing but that meant that Hayley would use the vervain infused paddle. It would only work on her bare bottom. She could not fathom taking this licking after the hairbrushing she received last night. Rebekah took a deep breath and leaned over the desk after slipping down her drawers.
"You know on second though, you behave as a child, you ought to be treated as a child," Hayley said, thinking. "I will compromise with you and use the small paddle. That way, we can get this over with quickly and have a break before the others come in for lunch."
"Good. I woke up a bit late and have not fed since yesterday morning. I am going to feel every bit of this," Rebekah moaned.
Hayley took the smaller, round paddle off the wall and took her place on the stool. Rebekah groaned and lifted her skirts to get over Hayley's knees.
Hayley rearranged her voluminous petticoats and flipped them up, holding Rebekah close to her with her left arm.
Pop!
Rebekah squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her mouth shut.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Although the paddle was lighter and covered most of her backside, Hayley was spanking fast. Soon, she would cover every inch.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Rebekah was drumming her boots into the floor and praying that the sting would lessen. Yet it only grew hotter.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"What happens when you fail to do your homework?" Hayley asked, pausing.
Rebekah yelped, "I get the paddle!"
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"What happens when you throw dangerous objects?" Hayley went on, this time, swatting Rebekah's behind harder.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"I get the paddle!" Rebekah said, finally breaking into a sob.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Yes, this is correct," Hayley said, finally stopping. "Now, you can sit on the stool in the corner or go out and enjoy the rest of your lunch. And make up with your brother..."
"I might choose the stool!" Rebekah gasped, starting to get up.
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!
"Choose again," Hayley ordered.
"Fine! I will talk to him," Rebekah said tearfully. "Sorry!"
"Okay, then," Rebekah said, giving the Original vampire one last swat. Rebekah stood and pulled up her drawers as she danced from foot to foot. Hayley put the paddle back and sat down to write out the note. As Rebekah grabbed her lunch pail, she apologized again to Hayley. Then, she went out into the bright sun of the school yard.
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