Pairing: Rebekah/Davina (F/f) hand, brush
*See Forever Kol, Chapter 32: First Motor Car Trip for backstory.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Mikaelson Compound
Marcel and Rebekah's House
Evening
"Davina Gerald-Mikaelson, I can't believe you!" Rebekah scolded. "You know better than this. You can forget about driving for the next week."
Rebekah was nursing Mirabelle and shifted the infant to her other breast.
Marcel frowned, "Bek, let's discuss this. Davina, go up to your room. We'll be up in a few minutes."
Rebekah followed her teenage daughter with her eyes. "And do not trash that room or it will stay that way!"
Davina yelled back, "Whatever! I already cleaned up the Creamery. What more do you fucking want?"
Marcel snapped, "Don't talk to your mother like that. Go up to your room!"
Rebekah looked down at her baby.
"She's not hungry," Rebekah said, handing the baby to one of the nurses. "It's probably all this stress."
Marcel waved the nurses off and sat down next to his wife on the settee as she covered herself.
"Look, Rebekah, she helped clean up the mess," Marcel argued. "Tyson said she was snippy to some kids getting samples and they left. I don't know..."
Rebekah chewed on her lip. "What do you suggest? We can't just let this kind of behavior go. You know your daughter. She pushes and pushes until we show her she can't get away with this. Maybe I ought to speak to Freya, this might be what they call coven business?"
"That's a good idea," Marcel said. "I think a week without her keys is appropriate.-"
The vampires heard a slam and then a crash. Rebekah stood.
"Let me handle this," Rebekah said.
Marcel had a dubious look on his face. He wanted to check in on Tommy's school work and then sit down to a nice dinner. A screaming match between the ladies was not on the agenda.
Before Marcel could speak, Rebekah held up her hands.
"I'm not going to yell at her anymore," Rebekah vowed. "I just want to see what she was thinking. Word gets around this town like wildfire. This is serious, babe. She cannot go around doing magic on anyone who pisses her off!"
Marcel leaned over and kissed Rebekah. "I know. You go. I'm going to check on Tommy. How's his paper going?"
"Paper? He said he didn't have any homework," Rebekah replied. "He's at the sport court, playing basketball."
Marcel sighed, "So much for homework right after school."
"Let him have some fun. We can work on it after dinner," Rebekah said, smoothing down her nursing blouse. "Can you check on Annabelle first? She was fussy."
"Sure, hon," Marcel promised. They had turned the formal living room into a downstairs nursery. "Just remember, D. did help me clean up."
Rebekah smirked and repeated, "'What more do you fucking want?'"
Marcel laughed, "She does take after you."
Rebekah nodded, "I know. Shit, we are screwed."
The couple parted and Rebekah made her up upstairs.
Salvatore Boarding House
Evening
"Ric, can Bon and I head to the Grill? We were going to study for that
AP Physics test," Elena asked casually.
Ric was working on the computer for a class he was taking to give him a certification to become a principal.
"Ah, yeah, I can't help you there," Ric said. He was still teaching history at Mystic Falls High School. In the afternoons, he was covering for the attendance dean, who was on sick leave.
"Cool. Can we have some money?" Elena asked. Ric went to grab his wallet and realized it was on his dresser.
"It's in my room on the dresser. You can take $20," Ric said, going back to his computer. "But wait, why are you asking me and not Jenna?"
"She's trying to give the boys a bath. They were throwing mud or something outside. Stefan is with the twins," Elena said, glancing behind her.
"Wait, I thought Dr. Fraiser was out on a conference tomorrow," Ric asked with suspicion. "And you are having the test with the sub?"
"I didn't say the test was tomorrow," Elena snapped.
"Hmm," Ric said getting up. "Did you two do your chores?"
"We'll do them later. Who cares if our rooms are clean? Bonnie and I can handle our own laundry now," Elena said in exasperation.
"Yeah, except you don't," Ric said. "I'm going to go talk to Jenna."
"Ric, wait!" Elena said. "It's just that Bonnie was talking to this guy and I didn't want her to meet him alone."
Ric paused and folded his arms under his chest.
"Start explaining, Elena," Ric said firmly.
Bonnie jogged in, carrying her purse and jacket.
"Are we good?" Bonnie asked. The beautiful Bennet witch was dressed in a skirt and leather jacket.
"You look nice, Bonnie," Ric stated. "But I am not comfortable with you meeting up with some strange guy at 8pm. And not on a school night either. Who is this guy?"
Bonnie groaned, "This is why I didn't want to say anything! And 8pm is early, it's not like it's 2 am. Jeez."
Ric went over and put his hands on Bonnie's shoulders.
"Honey, your dad is trusting me to look after you. I know he gives you a lot more freedom, but he doesn't know about the things that happened here over the summer, right?" Ric asked gently. Bonnie had spent August with her dad and relatives all over the country. Ric had gotten the impression that Rudy Hopkins had been working the whole time and basically left Bonnie alone with family while he worked.
"What if we brought Stefan?" Elena offered.
"Guys, I am going to have to say no," Ric stated. "Who is this guy? I am guessing he doesn't go to MFHS."
Bonnie bit her lip. "He goes to Whitmore. His name is Jesse."
Ric took a step back and took a sip from his drink.
"And how did you meet a boy at Whitmore?" Ric prodded.
Elena interceded, "Just around, okay? Ric you are being unreasonable. Not everyone we meet around her is a serial killer. Can we go? Just this once."
Ric shook his head. "I said no. Call your friend and tell him you can't make it. If you really like him, invite him over for dinner so Jenna and I can meet him. Sound good?"
Bonnie shrieked, "No, it's sounds like we are prisoners. Come on, Elena. He's not going to budge."
"Go clean your rooms. Take your laundry down and I'll do a load tonight," Ric hollered after them. He finished his drink and went to help Jenna with Enzo and Damon. Bath time was never simple with those two. He would try to complete his course work tomorrow at work. Maybe he would have time.
Marcel and Rebekah's House
Davina's Room
"Mom, please," Davina whined. "I told Dana I would drive her to work tomorrow after school. I need my car."
Rebekah said on Davina's bed. "One of the boys can drive her. Honey, you were warned about the consequences when Daddy got you that car. Remember?"
Davina threw herself back on her bed, yelling, "You were against it! So now you are being a bitch about it when I hardly did anything. It's so freaking unfair."
Rebekah patted her leg. "I know you are upset, but I think we also need to talk this over with Aunt Freya. Isn't not using magic on civilians against your coven rules?"
Davina sat up in horror, gasping, "No, Mom, you can't. Aunt Freya will freak out. Please don't tell her!"
Rebekah said, "Oh, I am not, but you are. Come on, let's go over. The boys are playing basketball. We can trounce them afterwards."
Davina's eyes grew wide.
"No, I'm not going and you can't make me," Davina shouted.
"Davina, you are being ridiculous," Rebekah said, getting up. "Now, let's go."
"No! Just get the fuck out. Leave me alone," Davina went on.
Rebekah's eyes flashed with anger. "I have had it with the disrespect and the language. Now, get up before I lose my temper and get the hairbrush."
Davina's eyes narrowed, "You can't spank me. I'm 16 now. Just get out!"
Rebekah pursed her lips and reached out for her recalcitrant daughter.
"You are acting like a child. I will get you one last chance to get up," Rebekah warned.
"Fuck off," Rebekah screamed.
Rebekah's face turned stony and she grabbed Davina and flipped her over her lap, managing to avoid the kicking and thrown punches.
"You hit me and I will take that damn car and torch it," Rebekah threatened, meaning every word. "Get over here."
"Daddy won't let you," Davina screeched. Rebekah didn't know if she meant the spanking or the car, but she didn't care.
"Your father is my husband, not my boss," Rebekah said. "And we both love you too much to let you behave like this."
Rebekah adjusted the thrashing witch over her lap and brought her hand down on the ice cream parlor uniform slacks. The red polyester was thick and dampened the smack.
Thud.
Thud.
This wouldn't do. Rebekah had hoped her daughter's trips over her knee would be finished, but she could see now that wasn't the case.
Thud.
Rebekah got a grip on Davina and stood her up. She dragged her over to the dresser. Davina's eyes widened in fear.
"No, not the hairbrush," Davina yelped. "Mommy, I am sorry!"
"It's too late," Rebekah said. "Don't fight me or I will really blister your behind."
Davina wailed and let the tears stream down her face. Her brown hair had been tied into a pony tail, but strands escaped around her heart-shaped face.
Rebekah pulled out the chair with her left arm and sat down, pulling her daughter between her knees.
"You to start acting grown up if you want to be treated like one. Now, where's the brush?" Rebekah asked, holding onto Davina tightly.
"I don't know. I threw it away," Davina whined, trying to squirm away. Rebekah turned her and tugged down the elastic pants. She smacked Davina's bottom across her cotton underpants.
Smack!
"I am going to march you down to the kitchen for the paddle in a minute. Get the brush out," Rebekah threatened. Davina hadn't been spanked for several months, but Rebekah had warned her that they had a paddle handy in the kitchen. They actually had a leftover box of wedding "cheeseboards" that Connor had made as wedding favors.
"No, I-I'll get it," Davina vowed. She reached over, with one hand guarding her bottom, and fished out the hefty brush from her make-up table drawer.
Rebekah grabbed it and then peeled down Davina's underwear as she cried and begged not to be spanked. Rebekah pushed her daughter back over her lap and hooked her right leg over Davina's legs. She knew the girl was a kicker.
Rebekah rested the flat, wooden brush over Davina's now bared bottom.
"Tell me why you are over my knee, young lady," Rebekah asked, tapping the brush lightly. Pat. Pat. Pat.
"I-I, um, d-did magic," Davina cried.
Whap! Whap!
"Nope, that is not why you are being spanked," Rebekah clarified.
Whap!
"Owwwww! 'Cause I wouldn't g-go to A-Aunt F-Freya's," Davina shrieked.
Whap!
"OHHHH-Ahhh," Davina continued, unable to move her legs with her mother pinning them.
"That is right. All I wanted was for you to take responsibility for your actions," Rebekah said. "But I see you need some encouragement."
"No! Mommy don't spank me," Davina begged.
Rebekah took a breath and steeled herself to go on.
"I am sorry, but I need to. Keep your hands on the carpet," Rebekah reminded her. "You think about why you are here."
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Rebekah started to flick the flat brush down adding an extra snap at the last second. She knew she had to temper her vampire strength, but she also knew the girl needed to feel this.
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Each whack left a pink mark and Rebekah continued until Davina's whole bottom was pink.
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Davina howled and pounded the floor with her palms as tears dotted the floor.
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Whap! Whap!
Rebekah unhooked her leg and adjusted Davina to get a better aim at her sit spots.
Pop! Pop!
"OWWWWWWW," Davina shouted. "Nooooooo!"
Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
Rebekah made these a little firmer and noted the brush left red marks. She put the brush on the dressing table and began to finished the spanking with the flat of her hand.
"I love you, honey," Rebekah said. "I hope you are going to cooperate now. And we are going to nip this cursing and disrespect in the bud. I don't want to hear that kind of language out of you again, not matter how angry you get."
"I won't s-swear at you a-again," Davina promised.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Not unless you want another spanking," Rebekah retorted. She shook out her hand and continued.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Rebekah paddled the center of Davina's pink rear with her hand in a fast, hard flurry of swats. Davina, now free to kick, drummed her feet into the carpet and sobbed. Her pants were tangled up in her legs and Rebekah pulled off her panties and the ugly uniform pants.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Almost done," Rebekah soothed.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
When the lower part of Davina' bottom was red, Rebekah stopped spanking. She held her daughter over her lap and grabbed a few tissues from the box on the dresser.
"Okay, up now," Rebekah said quietly. She helped Davina stand up.
Davina's face was a mess as her make up had run down her face. Rebekah stood and wiped her face as Davina marched in place, stomping and trying to rub out the sting.
"Here, blow your nose," Rebekah said gently. She then led Davina into the bathroom to wash her face and change. Davina slipped on a loose pair of sweats and a MFHS t-shirt.
"Mommy, I am s-sorry," Davina whimpered. "What i-if Aunt Freya h-hates me?"
Rebekah enveloped Davina into a hug.
"She won't. I really don't know what she will do, but your aunt loves you," Rebekah soothed. "Come on, let's do it now. On the way over I'll tell you the story of when Daddy got his first motor car. Kol was so jealous. It caused an awful row. Oh my, they both couldn't sit for a week after your uncles got through with them!"
Davina sniffed and giggled, "But they were old! I guess I'm not too old to get it then."
"Not in this family, my dear," Rebekah said, putting an arm around her daughter and kissing her on the head. "It must have been, what, ah, 1913. All the other blokes were driving Fords motor cars, but Nik got your dad a Rolls Royce! It was silver and very pretty. A lot of people didn't think those 'iron horses' would be around to stay..."
Davina rubbed her backside, but felt her anxiety slip away as she heard the story. She wasn't sure how mad Aunt Freya would be at her, but she knew that she had to own up to it. And it helped that her mom was right by her side.
