Klaus/Kol, hand (moderate)
Freya/Davina + Kol, hairbrush (severe)

You should never take advice from someone who thinks red paint dries quicker than blue paint.
Klaus/Kol, 2014

"I didn't do it," Kol exclaimed when Klaus stormed into the courtyard.

Klaus moved and was towering over his little brother. "That's a rather suspicious thing for an innocent person to say."

"It's called recognizing patterns," Kol shoved Klaus away, "something goes wrong, if I'm not daggered or dead, you assume it's me behind it."

"Pattern recognition works against you," Klaus said, "seeing as you are almost always behind brewing trouble."

Kol sighed. "Nik, I've been going through these herbs for Freya all day. What kind of trouble could I possibly have gotten into?"

"My paintbrushes," Klaus said, "are all cursed with an infliction that makes them break in two the second I dip them into paint."

"That wasn't getting into trouble," Kol said, "it was Davina testing out a spell I wrote." Klaus pulled an empty chair out from the table Kol was at and sat down. Kol started to panic and held up his hands. "It was just a little joke. No one got hurt. And it's not like we can't afford to get you brand new, even better, paint brushes." Klaus patted his lap. Kol whined, "Can't you just give me a good taking to?"

"One," Klaus said as he held up his index finger.

Kol folded his arms. "You're not Elijah!"

Klaus thought. "Fair point." He reached down to unbuckle his belt. Kol rushed over and threw himself over Klaus' knee. Klaus patted his back and said, "That's a good lad."

As Kol braced himself by pressing his hands flat on the floor, he shot back, "I'm going to murder you in your sleep."

"Not before I make sure you sleep on your front for a week," Klaus said as he rose his hand high.

The crack of Klaus' hand punishing Kol's behind echoed proudly throughout the courtyard. Kol involuntarily curled a leg and gasped in surprised pain. That smack had hurt a lot more than he expected! Klaus built a horrible tempo that was built on smacking one cheek right after the other, making sure all of Kol's bottom received equal amount of correction. The burn grew and deepened and Kol rocked his hips and kicked his legs.

"I'm not healing," Kol realized as his big brother opened up his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. "Why am I not healing?"

"After Freya confirmed your handiwork was destroying my paintbrushes, she agreed with my proposition to temporarily terminate your supernatural healing in order to teach you a good lesson."

Kol turned around and looked up at Klaus, who looked unexpectedly tender. He sniffed. "You didn't just assume it was me? You checked it out?"

"I am trying to do better by you," Klaus said as he wrapped an arm around Kol's middle.

Klaus began to spank Kol a little bit harder than before. The jeans, Kol soon realized, had absorbed a lot of the impact. Without its protection, the spanking started to hurt about a million times more. The jeans tangled around his knees also made it hard to kick, which had eased the pain of being smacked quite considerably. He could rip them in half and kick wildly, but they'd been a gift from Davina. He couldn't damage them. He just had to lie across a knee and helplessly accept his punishment.

"I won't touch your stupid paintbrushes again!" Kol said. Klaus was now focusing on smacking his sit spots and Kol was starting to fear that his big brother had not been hyperbolic about making sure Kol slept on his stomach for a week.

Klaus responded by smacking him hard enough to push Kol deep into his lap. "They are not stupid."

"Yes they are," Kol said. The smacks stopped. Klaus was tugging down his underwear. "It was a joke, Nik. Your paintbrushes are very smart and I was wrong to mess them up!"

"Good," Klaus said as he let the fabric of Kol's rest on top of his jeans, "I want you to think about that while I continue heating up your backside."

Kol was about to beg that Klaus not spank him bare where anyone could see them but the latest rounds of smacks hurt so much that Kol was not able to think about anything but how hot and sore his poor bottom was. All he could do was press his fingers into the ground and wiggle around helplessly as his behavior was corrected with one stingy slap after another on his bare and vulnerable skin.

Sometimes it is better to just walk away from things and go back to them later when you're in a better frame of mind.
Finn Elijah Freya 2014

"It's nice to see you," Finn lied between gritted teeth, "Elijah."

"I assure you, dear brother," Elijah picked up a cloth napkin and unfolded it with a flick of his wrist, "the pleasure is all mine."

"See," Freya said with false brightness, "there's no reason to let the past stop us from having a lovely family dinner." The smile she gave Finn wasn't false. "Pass the salt, please."

Finn picked up the salt shaker. He pondered throwing it in Elijah's face but dismissed the thought quickly. His little brother had better reflexes and would dodge it. He'd honed them while Finn was rotting in a box, you see.

"Is something wrong, brother?" Elijah's fake smile made Finn want to murder people.

"I was just thinking about how much you dislike messes," Finn said as he began unscrew the salt shaker. "I wonder how you'd feel if this table was covered in salt."

"Please," Elijah said with a threatening smile, "be my guest."

Freya used her magic and the salt shaker flew to her hand. She screwed the salt shaker back. A lot tighter than it needed to be, it should be noted. "Now, my brothers, we're all adults here. Surly we can settle any... disagreement without resorting to such pettiness."

"On the contrary," Elijah said, "I think it might do our brother some good to express himself in non-lethal ways."

"Self-expression," Finn said, "that sounds like our mutual companion, Camille, might say." Elijah stiffened. Finn grinned. "We once had a very engaging discussion about the various ways to treat obsessive compulsive disorder." Finn grabbed the pepper shaker, crushed it with his hand, and tossed the broken container right in Elijah's face. He dodged, but Finn still go what he wanted. Pepper had been sprayed all over the table and room. "I favored flooding."

"Finn!" Freya snapped, "go to your room!"

"I don't have a room in this blasted house," Finn reminded her.

"Then go to mine," Freya said, "and stand in a corner while you wait for me. I'm too angry to put you over my knee just yet."

"I will do no such thing," Finn said.

"Unless you want me to help her," Elijah said mildly, "I suggest you obey our sister."

Finn glared at his little brother. "Who put you in charge?"

"I did," Elijah said, "and if I have to ask you again, I will be the one in charge your punishment. And, unlike Freya, I have very little patience for you brand of petulance."

Finn would show Elijah petulance. He made sure to scratch the hardwood floor as he scooted his chair back. As he stomped through the compound to Freya's room, he engaged in some mild but enjoyable property damage.

A quiet house is nice until you are ordered to stay in it for months.
Freya+Davina/Kol, 2015

Davina shrieked in pain as Freya smashed her plump cheeks down flat with the back of her hairbrush over and over. Her nude bottom was bright red and her face was scrunched up in pain and covered in tears. But the look on Freya's face made it clear that she was nowhere near finished disciplining her young charge. Freya wielded the small hairbrush without mercy, making sure every inch of Davina's buttocks and upper thighs received ample discipline.

"Sister, please," Kol begged and tried, once again, to get off the couch. He couldn't. Freya had spelled him to sit and wait until she said otherwise. "She's had enough, please. Freya!"

Freya's answer was to paddle inner thighs Davina was showing off as she bucked and kicked her way through her paddling. Davina screamed at the top of her lungs and pounded her fists against the floor as Freya used her hairbrush to paint the pale skin of her inner thighs red by spanking it soundly. Davina had long ago lost her panties and shorts through her frantic gyrations and Freya had shoved her shirt up high at some point during the punishment. The humiliation of being almost nude was lost on her as she begged for her spanking to end.

"I -," the brush cracked loudly against naked skin, "again!" Davina's pleas were lost under Freya's determined rhythmic pattern. "Please!"

Freya gave a pair of smacks to each delicate crease right above Davina's thighs, making the girl screech and cry a fresh round of tears. Freya hummed softly as she waited for Davina to calm down. "Tell me what you're not going to do again, young lady."

Davina took a few deep breaths and wiped away her tears and snot with the heel of her hand. "I won't break my grounding again."

"Is that all?" Freya asked as she gently tapped Davina's upturned bottom.

Davina flinched. Her backside was so sore and tender that the brush simply grazing her skin hurt. "I'll listen when you say something's too dangerous for me."

"By listen do you mean you'll obey?" Freya asked.

Davina was too spanked out to argue she was battle tested and completely capable of making her own choices about how and when she used her own magic. But the searing pain on her throbbing rear end made it hard for her to lie. "I'll try?"

"You know what?" Freya said with a laugh, "I'll take it." She urged the girl to get up by tapping her hip. Davina was all too happy to escape Freya's knee. She reached behind with both hands and rubbed her well punished skin as she hopped from one foot to another. Freya allowed her a few minutes to comfort herself before issuing her next order. "Change places with Kol."

"Please don't spank Kol," Davina begged, "it was my fault. He didn't want to go but I - "

"Is your phone out of service, Kol?" Freya asked.

Kol couldn't tear his eye off of Davina's battered behind. Her backside and upper thighs were dark red and there were a few white marks that were fading into bruises. He wanted to pulled his girl into his arms and kiss away all of her pain. "My phone is working fine, sister."

"So why didn't you call me when Davina decided to risk her life by joining a fight with witches twice as old as us?" Freya asked. Kol was silent. "Nothing to say, baby brother? Don't worry," Freya tapped her palm with her hairbrush, "I have plenty to say. And if you two don't switch places on the count of three, you're both getting another spanking before bed."

"Yes, ma'am," Kol muttered as he stood up and walked over to his fate. Davina sat down and yelped in pain. But there was nothing she could do but sit down on her thoroughly paddled bottom. As soon as he was close enough, Freya grabbed his wrist and gently pulled him over her lap. "I'm sorry!" Freya began to bare his bottom and Kol couldn't help but whine, "Elijah and Nik give warm-ups first."

"Maybe if they were a little firmer with you," Freya rose her brush, "you wouldn't need to be tanned so often."

"You gave me a warm-up first," Davina pointed out. Kol shot her a thankful smile even though he didn't think that would move his big sister.

"Did I give either of you the impression this is a democracy?" Freya said as she rose her brush up high.

Kol's quip was cut off by the explosion of pain unique to a paddling by a dense hairbrush.