Elijah/Kol, belt (severe)
Cami/Davina, hand (moderate)
Hayley/Davina, spoon (moderate)

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Ensemble, 2014

No matter what anyone said, Kol knew his innate sense of timing was perfect. His family was sitting down in the dinning room with the really good silver. That was a good omen, if he said so himself.

"Davina Claire," Kol hated Marcel's overprotective dad voice, "are you drunk?"

"Extremely," Davina said. Kol caught her when she wobbled. Davina kissed his nose. Then she held up her right hand. "We got married!"

"The daylight ring doubled as an engagement ring," Kol told his family. For once in their lives, they were silent. Kol held up his hand and stared at the two wonderful rings on his finger.

"You're only seventeen," Marcel. Of course the whelp would ruin what was supposed to be the best day of Kol's life.

"Compulsion got us past the need for a permission slip," Kol waved that off.

"And got me into all the bars," Davina said.

"She really loves vodka," Kol said. She really did. He stared into her lovely blue eyes. She stared into his.

"I can't believe you didn't let me plan the wedding," Rebekah and Klaus said in unison.

"Excuse me for not wanting my family to ruin the best day of my life," Kol defended himself.

Before Klaus could start shouting, Cami set a hand on his shoulder. "You have entire dedicated condo to hold all your wedding paraphernalia and I've seen your reddit posts. Let your little brother have this."

"Fine," Klaus said. He glared Kol down. "But you will not fight me when it comes time to renewing your vows."

"I know that look," Davina said, still staring into his eyes, "Kol, why are you agreeing with that?"

"Would you prefer to fight about for the next seventy years?" Kol asked. "Nik is not going to back down on this. Frankly, I'm just glad he let me have today without bloodshed."

Davina sighed deeply. "Fine. But he is not picking out my wedding dress." Right now she was wearing skinny jeans and the t-shirt Kol had bought her at a flea market that said 'fuck authority'

"I say that I can't imagine you'd pick out a better outfit," Kol swooned, "but my faith in you is endless."

"I, for one," Freya said. Kol had been too busy looking at Davina to notice her walking over to them. She pulled the newlyweds into a hug, "want to congratulate you both. I'm glad you're officially part of the family, Davina."

"Are we just going to accept a seventeen-year-old child marrying a thousand year old Original vampire with the highest body count?" Marcel looked like he was going to have a stroke. Personally, Kol hoped he did.

"Marcellus," the strain in Elijah's voice made Kol snicker, "Davina joined an evil coven to bring him back to life."

"In other words," Kol said, "be like Elsa and let it go."

"We should watch Frozen again," Freya said into Kol's ear. She loved cartoons of any kind. It was extremely endearing so Kol could not help but indulge her.

"Am I still in that coven?" Davina wondered out loud.

Elijah waved off that concern. "I took care of that."

Hayley looked downright gleeful. So did Niklaus. The two of them really loved slaughtering witches together. Maybe it was because he just got married and/or he'd consumed copious amounts of alcohol, but Kol could not deny how much he loved his family.

Except Marcel. But, in the words of Zazu from 1994 animated Disney classic, The Lion King, there was one in every family.

At the risk of sounding negative, no.
Elijah/Kol, 2015

Kol was biting his thumbnail. He was sitting on his bed and just outside the bedroom Davina and Elijah were talking quietly. He could easily listen in on them, but he didn't have the nerve. They were both furious with him and he wasn't keen to hear his wife and big brother discussing how best to discipline him.

He was relieved when the door opened; Kol hated waiting for punishment. That relief vanished when he saw what was in Davina's eyes. It wasn't anger or even disappointment, but hurt.

"I didn't give you permission to stand up," Elijah said as Kol moved to comfort her.

He would have ignored him, but the set Davina's jaw made it clear she what she wanted from him. "Freya's taking me out," she said after Kol sat back down, "I don't want to be here for what has to be done."

That did not bode well. She'd participated with Elijah in paddling him several times. And had been known to give his sore bottom a smack or two if he wasn't sufficiently contrite. Kol didn't know what to say, so he bowed his head. Davina kissed his forehead before leaving the room.

Kol and Elijah were silent as they listened to Davina and Freya preparing and then leaving the compound. Neither of them spoke until their footsteps indicated they were miles away. Kol didn't know if the long wait wait was a blessing or a curse. Until Elijah spoke.

"Strip."

Blessing, Kol decided. He'd never been good at directly disobeying Elijah so he stood up and took off his clothes. He handed each article of clothing to Elijah so he could fold them before carefully setting it in the laundry basket. Their hands didn't brush during the exchange and Elijah's face made Kol shiver.

The clink of Elijah belt being undone made Kol flinch and back away with his hands up. "Please," he said, "use a paddle or switch - "

Elijah piled some pillows on the center of the bed. "Over." Kol was frozen. "Now!"

Kol's body moved on its own. He flattened his hips against the pillows. Elijah touched him, but only to get Kol in a more vulnerable position and to part his legs. The sound of the leather belt being folded made Kol flinch again.

The line of fire from the first lick made him wish he had a pillow to hug. By the tenth, Kol wished he was over Elijah's knee for the whipping. Elijah tended to wrap his left arm around Kol's middle or press his hand on the small of Kol's back. It kept Kol steady and made it easer for Elijah to thrash him, but it was personal. And no matter how angry Elijah was, there was no hiding how much his brother cared in his touch.

Kol gave into his cries before the first round was over. Elijah was spanking his inner thigh, which not only hurt the most, Kol was afraid delicate parts were up for punishment, too. They weren't but it was hard to be thankful because Elijah was walking around to the other side of the bed so he could give his other thigh a good whipping, too.

"Close your legs," Elijah said as he rested the leather at the crest of Kol's buttocks for round two. He started to whip before Kol had a chance to, secure in Kol's obedience. It was hard to close his legs as they curled and kicked. But Kol managed to press them back together as Elijah put all of his focus onto punishing his bottom.

It was impossible to focus on just one sensation. Not only was backside throbbing, his inner thighs protested being so close together made sharp jolts of pain run up his spine. The punished skin rubbed unpleasantly against each other as Kol squirmed and kicked. Not to mention the fresh licks being applied constantly and consistently, burning his skin more severely each time the leather bit into his naked skin. His attention was divided between three awful sensations threaded with the creeping sense of isolation.

"Hold still," Elijah said.

Kol couldn't obey and he found little comfort in the sound of his brother's voice. Elijah had taken to strapping the skin just above his thighs exclusively. He never missed his supernatural healing so much. To say the whipping hurt was an understatement, but it was also the only thing he could think. Each time the leather cracked him, Kol's only thought was about how much it hurt.

Elijah had only one choice if he wanted to continue to punish Kol: he'd need to hold him down. Kol longed for the touch even though he knew from vast experience that meant Elijah would start hitting him considerably faster and harder. The extra pain was a small price to pay to feel less lonely.

Kol flinched at the sound of Elijah threading leather through belt loops. It seemed Elijah was willing to cut the punishment short. He expected to hear the sound of Elijah walking away and shutting the door behind him.

Instead, Elijah sat down next to him and rubbed his back. Kol felt something inside of him crumble and he sobbed brokenly. Elijah stayed next to him and comforted him until Kol was completely cried out. Kol was too wiped out to rub away the burn. He felt his punishment keenly. Elijah had disciplined, Kol was learning.

"I'm sorry," Kol said and he really and truly meant it. The ice cold whipping that rained hell on his backside had been clarifying. "I shouldn't have ruined your meeting with the human faction."

"Thank you for that." Elijah was still rubbing his back. "Are you up for a chat?"

Kol shook his head.

"Let me know when you're ready." Elijah kissed the top of his head. "Just know you're completely forgiven."

Kol threw himself into Elijah's arms. He missed the shocked look in his older brother's eyes as he buried his face in the crook of Elijah's neck. "Thank you," he said and added, after some hesitation, "sir."

"There's no need for that," Elijah said as he tightened his hold.

"Yes there is," Kol admitted. Unconsciously, he leaned in closer to his brother. "Sir."

"I should have done more to protect you. I give you my word," Kol peered up into Elijah's eyes and hoped, "I will never take you for granted again." Elijah didn't say anything else for awhile. He just held a trembling Kol as until he relaxed. "Let's get you dressed."

Kol pouted and whined and rubbed his bottom. "It'll hurt!"

"I know," Elijah was firm, "but it wasn't a suggestion."

It settled something inside of Kol. Elijah was strict and he spanked really hard and Kol knew he was agreeing to spend even more of his time sore and chastised. But Kol felt truly safe for the first time since Klaus had shoved a dagger into his heart.

I got your distress call and came here as soon as I wanted to.
Klaus Kol, 2015

The entire bloody compound had heard Kol's latest whipping from Elijah and none of them had needed to supernatural senses to hear how desperately howled as he was thrashed. Still, when Klaus walked passed Kol's room and saw him lying face down on his bed with his face buried in his pillow, he was very surprised by how much the image tugged at his heart.

"Go away, Nik," Kol's voice was muffled by the pillow.

That settled it. Klaus made sure to close the door behind him as he entered the room. He sat down on the bed next to his little brother and reached under to undo his jeans. Kol's shoulders indicated his sulk, but he lifted his hips automatically. Klaus mused it was probably muscle memory to submit to his bottom being bared by a big brother. He inspected the damage.

Elijah had given him a good work over. Klaus was not surprised that his skin was red, although it was perhaps a touch angrier than he'd expected. Worse, though, were the welts right where Kol had to sit. If Klaus knew Elijah, and he did, Kol would be spending the next couple of days sitting on hard surfaces.

Klaus set his hand on the back of Kol's neck and urged him to twist his head so he could look into his baby brother's eyes. "Do you want me to heal you?" He dropped his fangs. "You'll find my blood very refreshing."

"It's been awhile since you tried to get me out of trouble with Elijah," Kol muttered, lowering his eyes away from Klaus' gaze.

"Nonsense," Klaus said, "I tried to get you out of trouble with Elijah when you ruined Mother's filicidal ball a few years back."

"He spanked me much harder than Rebekah," Kol whined, "it was her idea to kill that bloody townie and I got my neck broken for my trouble."

"We do spoil her," Klaus bit into his wrist. Kol looked wary and a touch paranoid. "Let me spoil you too, little brother." As Kol fed, Klaus ran his hand through his hair. "Feel better?"

"Yeah," Kol said, "Elijah's going to notice."

"I'll tell him I forced you," Klaus said, "I fancied a night on the town with you. You squirming around would make it hard for me to enjoy myself."

Now, now. There will be plenty of time to discuss your objections when and if you return.
Cami/Davina, 2015

Davina yelped in surprise and pain at the sharp smack Cami landed on the seat of her jeans.

"What did I tell you would happen next time you hung up on me without a good reason, young lady?" Cami asked.

"I don't want to say it," Davina muttered. Cami gave her another swat. From the corner of her eyes, she could see Klaus lazing about on the couch and looking amused. Before she could fry his brain, Cami turned her to the side and persuaded her to obey with a quick flurry of smacks that brought tears to Davina's eyes. "You said I'd get a good, hard spanking!"

"That's exactly what's about to happen," Cami said as she dragged her to the chair across from Klaus.

Davina turned her wide eyes towards her as Cami sat down, pulling her across her knees as she did so. "Right here? In front of Klaus?" She tried to get up, but there was no escape. Worse, Cami reached down and began to tug down her jeans. "You can't do this!"

"You need to stop saying what I can and can't do." Cami smacked the top of her thighs. "Settle down or it's going to be bare."

Reluctantly, Davina obeyed. "Please don't spank me in front of Klaus, Cami."

"You've been asking for a spanking all week," Cami said, gently patting her panties, "and I've tried reasoning and compromising with you. The only thing it's gotten me is more defiance."

"I know I deserve it," Davina admitted, unable to stop herself from looking at Klaus. "But not in front of him, please!"

As Cami pinned Davina's legs between hers, Klaus said, "Don't worry, love. I'll make myself scarce for the afternoon."

Davina almost thanked him. She always seemed to find herself being more respectful while she was staring at the ground and waiting for her bottom to be heated up. However, she'd suffer through a bare bottomed spanking in front of Klaus before willingly thanking him for anything.

Or maybe not. Cami wasn't bothering with a warm up. The spanking was hard and fast from the get-go. Davina took a deep breath and tried not to cry right away. But it was no use. A few slaps in and the tears were falling as tried to squirm away from her smacking. That was no use too. Cami had secured Davina with her left arm as she swung with her right one. Davina's thin panties offered next to no protection from the growing heat that Cami was using to teach her a good lesson.

"Why am I spanking you?" Cami asked as she started to punish the top of Davina's thighs.

Davina's response was immediate. She burst into loud tears as bare, delicate skin was punished with one crisp smack after another. Davina twisted around and tried to kick her legs. Cami palm continued to fall, relentless. Davina shrieked as Cami's slender fingers connected with the extra sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It felt like her backside was on fire and the way that pain mixed with the deep throbbing ache that came from a sound punishment was miserable. Worse, there was no reprieve. Just the horrible repetitive sensation of a hand striking her vulnerable skin again and again. The worst part was repetitive didn't mean redundant. Each new smack was flaming the fire that was correcting her behavior.

"Why am I spanking you?" Cami asked again.

"Hurts," Davina sharp cries blended uncomfortably with the piercing sound of her tanning, "can't think!"

Mercifully, Cami turned her attention back to her cheeks. While being smacked over the seat of her panties was far from pleasant, the growing burn was no longer so fierce. Davina could think. And she could answer.

"I disobeyed," Davina confessed. The edge of Cami's hand caught the skin of her creases as the spanking continued. It took several long and painful moments for her to gather her thoughts. "I was bad all week!"

"You weren't bad," Cami said. She'd stopped spanking and was gently rubbing Davina's back. "Just testing your limits." She patted Davina's sore mounds. The sting made Davina whimper. "I should have given you this spanking days ago."

Davina hadn't realized she'd been holding in guilt until she felt it vanish. She twisted up to give Cami a weak smile. "Does this mean we're done?"

The kiss Cami dropped on her forehead made Davina feel loved. "What do you think?"

Davina wanted to say she thought she'd learned her lesson. But she didn't want to lie. "That's up for you to decide, ma'am."

"Good girl," Cami said. She rose her knee. Davina swallowed as her lower bottom and upper thighs were lifted up for additional punishment. She whimpered when Cami pushed up her panties so her sit spots could be more efficiently smacked.

Cami reinforced the lesson on obedience and respect by drilling fresh heat on her target. Davina shrieked and screeched as she was spanked harder on the most sensitive part of her bottom without any protection at all. She rocked her hips and dug her fingers into the floor as Cami concluded Davina's punishment with a final series of crisp smacks, sharply building a lasting burn that would continue to guide and correct her for days to come.

I'm going to call the police. Right after I flush some things.
Hayley/Davina, 2014

"Cami's already going to spank me," Davina said as Hayley bent her over the breakfast table, "so you don't need spank me too!"

Hayley lifted up her skirt and lowered her panties. She pressed the bowl of a wooden spoon on the center of Davina's bottom. Next, she pinned Davina firmly to the table by bracing a hand on her back. "Cami's going to tan you for lying. I'm going to paddle you with this," she tapped her target a few times, "for stealing."

"I had to," Davina said, "Lucien said he'd kill Cami if I told anyone what I was doing!"

"Why didn't you tell us?" Hayley asked. "I know there's a lot of bad blood between you and the Mikaelsons, but no one in this household would give up Cami without one hell of a fight."

Davina's answer made Hayley's heart drop. "I didn't think to."

Of course she didn't. Deadbeat dad and a mom who groomed her to be slaughtered. Hayley knew that pain, she knew how deep it ran. To this day, Hayley had to remind herself that she was no longer alone. It didn't matter how viciously Klaus tore through anything that would harm her or how carefully Elijah watched over her or how often Rebekah reminded her that Hayley was now family. She survived by looking out for herself and that instinct had kept her alive. Whenever she was in danger, the first plans that rushed into her head never included the concept she had people to help her.

Hope would never know that pain. It kept Hayley going when she thought her grief might destroy her. She looked down at Davina. She looked so young and vulnerable and with her bottom on display, ready to be punished.

"You aren't alone anymore," Hayley said as she lifted the spoon, "and you never will be again."

She popped Davina with the spoon rapidly. For the first minute or so, Davina kept herself still and silent. Each time Hayley smacked her, she left behind a round patch of pink skin. It was proof that Hayley was here and that she'd take care of Davina. The girl began to squirm and sigh as Hayley warmed her up by paddling her bare behind with a wooden spoon.

When Hayley lowered her aim to Davina's under curves, she snapped her wrist with each blow. It had the intended effect. The head of the spoon's sharper bite reddened the skin it was disciplining. Davina cried and wiggled around as she was punished more firmly. Hayley spanked down to where her panties were bunched up and forced herself to ignore Davina's mounting cries. Davina's started to struggle when Hayley pulled the spoon back a further in order to make her point.

Davina began to stomp her feet and buck her hips. Hayley pressed her lips together. "Stay still," she emphasized that order by peppering Davina's inner thighs. She didn't raise the spoon high, just twisted her wrist over and over, completely focused on getting as much coverage as possible.

"Sorry," Davina wailed as she stilled her legs and hips, "I didn't mean to!"

"I know," Hayley said gently as she continued to pepper fresh heat into a naughty bottom. She was now spanking the skin she'd pinked at the beginning of the spanking. "We're almost done, sweetie."

"I'll be good forever," Davina promised, yelping at each word because Hayley was not done spanking her just yet.

"I just want you to try your best," Hayley said. She'd stopped spanking and was now examining the damage. Davina's creases and thighs had tasted the spoon enough, but the plumpest part of her buttocks could use another round or two under the spoon. "I'll be right here to help when you slip up."

"I hate this kind of help," Davina complained.

Hayley rose the spoon high and whipped it through the air. Davina shouted in pain as the blade of the spoon smashed into the fullest part of her bottom. The spoon danced across pink skin, turning it red. Since she was punishing the most durable part of Davina's buttocks, Hayley decided she could handle a faster and shaper paddling. Davina shrieks indicated she disagreed, but Hayley was in charge, so she sharply popped her spoon down so quickly not a second passed between one smack and the next. She used the flat wood that made the head of the wooden spoon to make her point with sizzling heat.

Once she was done, Hayley tossed the spoon on the table and gathered Davina into her arms. Instead of rubbing her burning bottom, Davina grabbed handfuls of Hayley's shirt and wept into her chest.

"I'm proud of you," Hayley said as ran her fingers through Davina's soft hair. "You were such a good girl during your spanking. I'm going to tell Cami you don't need a second one."

Davina's shoulders shook and she trembled and cried. Hayley held her until she calmed down. Davina winced as Hayley gently pulled her panties up and smoothed down her skirt. Hayley watched as the girl rubbed her soundly spanked bottom with both hands and held her tenderly.

"Can I sleep with you?" Davina asked shyly, bowing her head.

"I'd love that," Hayley said.

Davina bit her lip to hide her smile as Hayley picked her up and carried her up the stairs.