Kayla's POV
Its so dark. I feel so heavy. I never would have imagined death to be like this. I mean, I wasn't expecting to meet god at the pearly gates, but I did think there would be something? Anything?
I imagined a place where I would meet my Mum again. I know it is stupid, but I wanted to be with her again so bad! This though...
I can hear voices around me, but I don't know who they are or what they are saying. The voices are so distorted, they genuinely sound robotic and like they are under water.
Damon's POV
"It's been 2 days already..." I tell Stefan, as if he doesn't know.
"I know brother." He replies, looking at me "She is going to be ok."
"How do you know that, Stefan. She hasn't even moved an inch since we got her back!"
These last 2 days have been the longest days in my existence. I have barely left her side. That moment I seen her collapse, I genuinely thought she was dead. My world almost ended right there and then.
"Damon..." I turn to see Klaus walking through the door. "How is she?" I switch my focus back to Kayla, laying completely still in her bed.
"IIII donnnt knooow!" My voice sounds like a whine. "Have you found anything in your mother's witchy woo book that can help?"
"Not as yet," he puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You can be sure though, that my brother is still searching and will not stop until she is awake."
I sit on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair.
"Kayla, baby. Please come back." I say to her. "We need you - I... need you!"
I see her hand move for the first time.
"Kayla... can you hear me? Kayla!" I shake her a little, my desperation clearly showing.
"D-Daddy?" Her soft voice croaks.
"I'm here baby, Daddy's here!" I scoop her up in to my arms. "STEFAN!"
Kayla's POV
I can hear the voices again. They sound like my Dad and Uncle Nik. I try to speak but no sound comes out, my mouth is so dry.
"DADDD!" I scream, but still no sound comes out. I try my best to move but it's so hard. I concentrate on one particular area, my hand, willing it with all my might to move. It's worked. I'm sure it did.
I suddenly have the feeling of being shaken. Is it an earthquake? Do they even have earthquakes in Virginia?
"Kayla... can you hear me?" That is definitely my Dad. I try my best to speak.
"D-Daddy?" Did I say that out loud?
"I'm here baby, Daddy's here!" I did. He heard me!
"STEFAN!" I heard him shout.
I can feel movement come back to my body. It's creeping up me one bit at a time. As soon as I can, I slowly open my eyes. I can see my Dad. His eyes are scanning all over me. Then I see Stefan. Then Nik.
"Are... are we dead?" I ask them as soon as I am able.
I am awarded with the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen grace uncle Nik's face, swiftly followed by a short chuckle and a shake of his head. Stefan almost mirrors him.
Damon pulls my attention away from him with his soft bursts of laughter, sounding like he is disbelieving of what he is seeing. It's only a second later that I feel myself being dragged up, then strong arms enveloping me extra tightly. I knew straight away that it was Damon, I hugged him back as hard as I could.
Tears start to fall freely at the sight of my family, all alive and surrounding me. I never thought this would happen again.
"Where is Elijah?" I ask when I feel Damon pull away from me, the sudden realisation that he is not here making worry settle in the pit of my stomach. did something happen to him?
"He will be here soon, Love. Don't you worry your pretty little head." Nik answers me. I smile and nod at him, letting him know that I heard him.
I stand up weakly and walk over to my uncles, hugging both of them with the same amount of effort that I had Damon.
It's been a few hours since I woke up, and after having enough blood to last at least a week, and eating enough food to feed a family of four for at least 2 days, I start to feel like myself.
I am really enjoying being surrounded by my family and seeing them all getting along with absolutely no animosity. I couldn't be happier with them all right now.
There is a knock on the door. Everyone turns their attention to it, but it's Stefan that answers it. Bonnie comes walking in. Seeing me sat up, she rushes over, throwing her arms around my shoulders. I awkwardly return the hug.
"You're awake?" She states the obvious. I refrain from any snarky comeback because if it wasn't for her, I would be dead.
"Yeah... I woke up a couple of hours ago," I tell her, offering her a genuine smile.
We all sit in the living room. I am gobsmacked when I'm told that it wasn't Bonnie but me who had stopped my grandmother by using magic. I thought that wasn't even possible.
They tell me what else has happened over the last couple of days that I was out. It's all so confusing.
Over time, everyone leaves the room until it's just Nik and I. As soon as I was sure Damon was out of earshot, I turn my attention to Nik, wanting to ask a few questions and clear up my thoughts.
"Uncle Nik, how could I possibly do witchcraft? I'm half vampire?" I ask him.
"Well, Love, we're not exactly sure. Elijah seems to think that it maybe due to the fact that you wasn't turned in to a vampire, but yet born with vampirism in you." He answers me.
That kinda makes sense, but it still doesn't seem likely.
"Do you think that is why she wanted me dead?" I wonder out loud, thinking about Mary. If she knew what I would become... What even am I? A tribrid? Maybe she was right to destroy me. I'm an unknown. I could turn out to be really bad.
"Maybe she was right?" I once again look towards Nik, "maybe I am an abomination... What if for everyone's sake, I would be better off dead?"
I feel my whole demeanour sag. I just want to be normal. Why does my life have to be so god damn messy?
"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Nik shouts at me, taking me by surprise. "If I ever, and I mean EVER, hear you say such nonsense again, I will not hesitate to show my displeasure to your backside. Do you hear me?"
Uncle Nik's threat makes my eyes instantly tear up, just as Damon and Stefan come speeding in to the room.
"What the hell is going on?" Damon demands to know. I blink the tears out of my eyes as I look between him and Nik.
"I'm sorry, uncle Nik. I was just..." I scramble for something to say, as I don't even know what I was thinking. My head is all messed up. I stop trying to speak and instead just lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my head in his chest. He is quick to return the gesture.
"Klaus? Kayla?" Damon says, waiting for an explanation.
"I shall speak with you after, Damon. Now is not the time." Nik answers him. I stiffen at the thought of him telling Damon what I said. There is a reason I waited for him to leave the room - I didn't want him to know what I was thinking.
"Right, Love..." Nik says once he is sure I have settled down. "I think it's time for you to go to bed."
"What? Seriously?" I lean my head back to look at his face. "No way! I've not long woke up from a 2 day sleep, I'm not going to bed now!" I huff and cross my arms over my chest. I am literally the picture of defiance.
"Klaus is right, sweetheart. It's almost midnight." Damon cuts in, probably sensing that I am about to have a hissy fit.
"And? I'm not tired, Damon!" I very childishly stomp my foot. "Plus, I'm waiting for Elijah, so I'm not going anywhere!"
I turn to walk back to the sofa, but in less than half a second, I am thrown over a broad, strong shoulder.
"Put me down!" I demand, punching my hand against who I now know is Nik's back.
"I shall not," he replies, giving me a swat on my butt. Not too hard, just hard enough to leave a sting.
"Uncle Nik, please... I don't wanna go to bed," I plead as he heads for the stairs. He ignores me, ascending the stairs one at a time. "Why does no one ever fucking listen to me?" The moment I said those words, I knew I would regret them. Especially considering Nik was the one to hear them.
I squeal at the motion of the top half of my body being swung around, my arms stretching out to get a grip of something - anything. My stomach finds his lap before I my hands find anything else.
"Lucky for you, love," Nik begins to say as he tugs down my pants, "you have been though a lot these past few days, so consider this a warning..."
The second he stops speaking, he lands six of the hardest swats I have ever felt, on my almost naked ass, and has my pants back up and continues to carry me to my room before I even have a chance to cry. But, as soon as I am able, cry I do.
I somehow manage to flee from Nik's arms, running the rest of the way to my room. Once inside, I slam the door shut before throwing myself on to my bed, crying in to the crook of my arm.
Damon's POV
"What the hell has just happened?" I ask Stefan, baffled by the scene that has just taken place before me.
"Yeah, um, I'm as confused as you are?" He replies.
I am torn between going after her, waiting to ask Klaus, or just tearing him a new asshole for hurting her when I have only just got her back.
"Calm down, Damon." Stefan says, breaking me from my thoughts, resting his hand on my shoulder.
"What?" I give him a confused look, not understanding how he knew what I was thinking.
He didn't verbally answer me, opting to shift his gaze to my hand. That when I noticed that the glass I was holding had be crushed under the force of my grip and smashed, leaving shards digging in to my hands. Blood was dripping on to the floor beneath me. Shit!
By the time I have cleaned up the mess I made, Klaus is back.
"Well?" I say, demanding an explanation. "What the hell has just happened?"
Listening to Klaus, I am torn between irritation and heart break. That poor kid. Hear little head must be so messed up, not that it excuses her attitude, but for her to wonder if she should be dead just breaks me.
I go up to see her, finding her snuggled under her blanket, snivelling and looking a lot younger than her 14 years. She looks at me with apprehension as I approach her.
"Come here, baby." I open my arms for her to come and get some comfort. Thankfully, she jumps up and accepts it.
Kayla's POV
I dive in to Damon's arms, wanting to melt in to his loving embrace. He doesn't look mad at me, so either Nik has omitted some of what I said, or he understands how I am feeling.
"Everything is going to be alright, sweetie." He whispers as he strokes my back. "I promise."
"How do you know?" My voice comes out sounding small and meek. "How do you know that I won't turn into a megalomaniac, like uncle Nik? How do you know that the power I have within me, won't turn me dark and evil?"
Damon thinks over what I've said before answering me. He puts his hands on either side of my face and tilts it so I am looking at him.
"Sweetie, that will never happen because I will always be there with you. And no matter how big or old you get, I will always be able to rein you in."
"Oh great! So what you're telling me is I have a lifetime of spankings to look forward too?" I frown at him. "Well that makes me feel loads better - not!" Damon gives me a toothy smile and then pats my bum, signalling for me to get back in bed.
A hiss escapes my lips and tears spring to my eyes instantly.
"Kayla?" Damon looks at me questioningly.
"I'm okay. It's just, those 6 swats uncle Nik gave me really, really hurt." I explain, tenderly rubbing it.
In a rare moment of compassion for my punished butt, I watch as Damon bites into his palm and allows it to fill with blood.
"Here, drink this." He whispers, nodding his head to his head.
"Ew! Why?" I ask, kinda repulsed by the idea of drinking my Dads blood.
"Because it will heal you." He says in a duh tone.
I look between his hand and his face, debating drinking it, but the throbbing in my but wins as I slurp the blood from his hand. He was right. The pain disappeared almost straight away.
"Now don't tell your uncle and get back in bed." He whisper warns. I comply as I don't want Nik to come back up. Damon kisses the top of my head as he bids me goodnight.
Nik and Damon were both right, as usual. I do need to sleep. As soon as I was settled in bed, a yawn involuntarily escapes my mouth. As I bring up the blanket to snuggled deeper in to my bed, I hear a hushed conversation that piques my interest.
"Really, Damon?"
"What?"
"You gave her your blood? Did you not hear what she said to me?"
"Yes. And what?" I hear a little growl.
"You know what. How is she supposed to learn if she doesn't get to feel her punishment?"
"Leave it out, Klaus. Besides, she was sad and I didn't want to see her like that. Not right now."
"Ah, my big, bad brother is going soft..."
" Shut the hell up, Stefan!"
I smile contentedly. I think I am breaking his tough guy exterior. I love my dysfunctional family! The thought has me smiling until I eventually do fall asleep.
I wake up at 5:10am. I feel refreshed even though I haven't had much sleep. I think I have slept enough these past few days. I was going to stay in my room and play on my phone until I hear someone getting up, but the grumbling from my tummy has other ideas.
I quietly make my way down stairs, going straight to the kitchen for some food. I settle on cereal as it's quick and easy. Getting comfy on the sofa, I turn on the TV. Searching thought Netflix, I see a movie called 'The Craft: Legacy'.
I put it on but didn't really watch it as I was lost in my own head. I wonder how my 'powers' work. Is it like compulsion. Do I think it and it happens? I've seen Bonnie use spells, and incantations, but I didn't know any when I supposedly took down Mary.
I look towards the fire place.
"Fire." I say out loud, feeling like an idiot when nothing happens. I then hold out my hand and repeat myself. Again, nothing happens. I feel stupid. Maybe it was a one-time thing? I decide to give it another shot and concentrate, visualising the fire in my minds eye.
"Fire." I say again, and to my utter disbelief, a fire roars to life.
My breath catches in my throat, hearts racing and my mouth goes dry as I stare at the flickering flames in amazement. I turn my attention to the book, slotted in to the bookshelf against the wall.
"Come." I hold my hand out, ready to catch it if it does actually come. It doesn't, but it does wobble a little bit.
Taking a deep breath, I concentrate again. This time it successfully flies in to my hand.
"WAHOOO" I yell, full of excitement. This. Is. Awesome. I'll never have to get up and tidy my room again! I feel just like Matilda.
I hear a whoosh of sound before Elijah appears in front of me. He is wearing pjs like the ones 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas' wears. I suddenly have a mental image of him wearing a nighty like the one 'Scrooge' wears, with the little hat thing. I laugh to myself.
"Sophia, what is wrong?" He asks, looking a bit panicked as his eyes dart around the room, stopping on me when he sees no immediate threat.
"Huh?" I am lost by his question.
"I heard you shout?" He questions.
"Oh, yeah." I forgot about my little, excited exclamation. I didn't realise it was that loud.
I look up to him sheepishly.
"I, er, kinda got carried away whilst watching the movie. It was a really good scene." I lie to him. I don't want to tell anyone about what I have just discovered yet. I feel like once they know, I'll have more rules thrown on my plate.
Elijah squints his eyes as he looks at me, seeming to doubt what I have told him.
"Okay. Would you happen to know the time?" He asks. I look to his wrist and sure enough, his expensive looking watch is not there. I press a button on the remote and the time displays on the TV.
"It's 5:45 am." I tell him.
Elijah scratches the back of his head as if contemplating something.
"Why, may I ask, are you out of bed so early?" He asks, looking at me suspiciously.
"I couldn't sleep." I admit. "Go back to bed and I'll see you when you get up."
"Nice try, sweetheart. I will not be leaving you on your own." He says, taking a seat.
"Elijah, I am 14. Not 4. I am perfectly capable of looking after myself for a couple of hours." I say. "Anyway, it's not as if I am alone - you're all still here."
Elijah contemplates what I said, before replying.
"I realise that you are capable, sweetheart, I just do not think it appropriate to leave a child unsupervised."
Oh, he did not! This is the part were I would normally kick off. Being referred to as a child incenses me, but not this time. I have missed Elijah, and don't want our first meeting since the whole Mary shit show, to begin with an argument. Or worse...
"Well, if you're not going back to bed, do you wanna coffee? Or tea?" I offer, feeling like it's the right thing to do, considering I'm the reason he is awake.
"A cup of coffee sounds positively lovely, Michaela. Thank you!" Is he honestly trying to wind me up! First calling me a child, now using my proper name. I give him a snide-eye but carry on to the kitchen.
I am back less the 2 minutes later, and Elijah is sitting there all suited and booted. Damn he was fast. I pass him his coffee then return to my place on the sofa. I end the movie and attempt to put on 'Jigsaw'. It's been a while since I seen it and I doubt Elijah has. He seems the type to enjoy 'The Sound Of Music' or something like that.
Just as I am about to press play, Elijah pulls the remote from my grasp.
"What the..." I look at him, not understanding why he took it from me.
"Michaela, that movie is not age appropriate. It has a rating of 18." My mouth pops open and I feel my eyebrows reach my hairline. Is he serious? I have a strange feeling, tingling throughout my body.
"Really, Elijah?" I ask, shocked. "Look, you have already pissed me off twice since you have been up, let's not go for a third." I reach for the remote.
"I beg your pardon?" He sounds insulted. Well so am I!
"You heard me, Elijah. Give me the remote back." I hold my hand out to receive it.
Once I started to speak, it was like I had no control over what I was saying. As soon as I thought it, I said it. I can see him having an internal battle. Whatever he is thinking, it's making his nose flare.
"Whatever, Elijah." I say when I realise that he isn't going to give me it back. "I'm going back to my room."
I make it to the door when I hear Elijah boom out.
"MICHAELA, GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!"
"No!" I say in a normal volume, knowing he will hear me. I vamp to my room, stopping near the top of the stairs as Stefan and Uncle Nik are now blocking my way.
"Excuse me," I say as I try to pass them.
"Sorry Love, but I think Elijah is calling for you," uncle Nik says, reaching his hand out to put a barrier at the side of him, preventing me from getting to my room.
"I know..." I reply as I attempt to pass the side of Stefan.
"Ah, ah, ah. Sorry Kayla," Stefan now speaks up, also blocking my path.
I don't have the chance to react as uncle Nik vamps me back to the living room. He doesn't release me until I am directly in front of Elijah.
"Good morning, brother." He greets him. "What seems to be the problem?"
I stand there, petulantly, waiting for Elijah to speak. At some point, Damon comes down to join us. Also wondering what the issue is.
"Michaela here seems to have lost her mind as well as her manners" he tell them, not taking his eyes off of me.
"What have you done?" Damon asks me, getting on to my face.
I say nothing, refusing to admit my guilt. Maybe I shouldn't have said what I said, but he knows how much those things irk me. It's not like we haven't hashed this out before.
Damon looks to Elijah, wanting him to explain seeing as though I won't. He tells him exactly what I said. Word-for-word. I bite angrily on my bottom lip, shaking my head as he rats me out.
A hard hand smacks my butt.
"Apologise, Kayla." Damon says, nudging my shoulder.
"No." I tell him, scrunching my face like I can smell something foul.
"I said a-pol-o-gise!" He swats me with each syllable.
"I said no!" I answer him, moving out of the way of his hand.
I look at each face that is staring back at me. Elijah looks cross, Damon shocked, Nik raging and Stefan looks like he is pitying me. Each and every one of them, including myself, knows what's going to happen next.
Without saying another word, Damon vamps out the room, returning seconds later with a dining chair, placing it in the middle of the room.
"Elijah, time to step up and enforce your Grandpa duties." He tells him as he walks away from the chair, effectively telling Elijah to whoop my butt.
"No wait!" I say, panicked at the thought of being spanked in front of everyone. "I'm sorry, okay? Elijah, you don't have to do this!" He doesn't respond. Instead I watch as he walks over to the chair, pulling up his pants slightly from by his knees, then takes a seat.
"Come," he says, wiggling his pointer and middle fingers.
"No." I stubbornly tell him.
My feet are stuck to the floor. I can feel anger arise in me once again at the thought of them embarrassing me like this. From my scalp to the tips of my fingers and toes are now tingling.
Seeing my lack of movement, Nik comes to force me over to Elijah.
"I SAID NO!" I shout, backing away.
I watch in horror as all four members of my family are thrown across the room. I have a flashback to the incident with Mary. To all of the witches dropping down dead. The feeling flooding my body is gone in an instant, replaced by fear. Fear that I have killed my own family.
I immediately begin to sob as I run to Damon. He isn't moving, but he is breathing. He just looks asleep. I check the others and it's the same situation. One by one I heave them over to the different seating spaces available.
I also sit down, pulling my knees up to my chest and hugging them close. I am filled with fear and worry, but most of all, guilt. I have done this to my family and there is nothing I can do to take it back. I try to swallow the lump that has formed in my throat, but it refuses to go away.
It is uncle Nik who starts to arouse first, quickly followed by Elijah. I assume they awoke earlier due to the fact that they're Originals, meaning they're tougher. Damon and Stefan are still out cold.
My sniffling alerts both Nik and Elijah to my presence. They seem dazed at first, probably wondering what has just happened. They look between me and Damon and Stefan's slumped forms.
I watch as Nik stretches himself out, probably checking that his body is working right, as Elijah dusts off his clothes, swiping all over himself.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Nik demands to know, his eyes not leaving mine.
"I-I d-don't know?" I answer honestly, not understanding it myself.
Nik doesn't believe me, storming over to me and pulling me up by my upper arm.
"Niklaus..." Elijah's voice stops him from doing whatever he was planning. "Leave the child alone."
Elijah looks at me cautiously. It makes me feel even worse. I feel like he is scared of me? My heart breaks.
"Check on the Salvatore's, brother. Make sure they are not hurt." He orders him, standing and slowly walking in my direction.
"Michaela?" He says my name so softly, I doubt that I heard him right.
It's not until I feel his hand slowly clasp on my shoulder, pulling me close to him, that I snap out of the daze I had been pulled in to. Without any further prompt, I throw my arms around Elijah's waist and let go. I sob like I am in pain, because that's how I feel.
Elijah doesn't say a word. He pulls me up to him and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, burying my head in the crook of his neck. I want to disappear. He moves his arms so one is underneath me, supporting my weight, and the other is around my back, hugging me close. I can hear him gently shushing me as he rubs his hand up and down my back.
The longer Damon and Stefan take to wake back up, the worse I feel. I didn't intend on doing that - I don't even know how I did? I just didn't want to be punished, especially in front of everyone. Now I wish I had just let it happen. Maybe then I wouldn't have done what I did and I definitely wouldn't feel this guilt weighing me down.
I pull away from Elijah, noting that he no longer looks cautious. That makes me feel a little bit better. Only a little... I slide out of his grasp and slowly walk over to Damon.
"Dad," I say, poking at his chest. "Daddy, please... wake up!" I give him a shake but he doesn't respond.
The pain I am feeling on the inside is killing me. I don't know what to do to make them better. I can feel anger rise within me again. I am angry at myself for doing this to everyone. That angry feeling is quickly followed by the tingling. I recognise that that is not good. I begin to panic as I don't want to do something else I will regret.
Elijah must have noticed my panic, probably due to my erratic breathing.
"Michaela, sweetheart, are you ok?" He asks, coming up behind me.
"No!" I blurt out. "Elijah, please. Help me!"
I don't know what he is seeing whilst he looks at me, but his face is furrowed with concern. He looks towards uncle Nik, but he just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head.
I can't believe I am about to say this, but it's the only thing I can think of that will stop me feeling the way I do.
"Elijah, please spank me." I need to absolve myself of this guilty feeling, then maybe it will get rid the anger too.
"Michaela?" He looks confused at my request.
"PLEASE ELIJAH!" I shout. I grab his hand and pull him over to the chair, pushing him so he sits on it. I then lay myself over over his lap.
Elijah's POV
I am completely stunned in to silence. Michaela's actions have thrown me off guard. I am unsure of how to proceed in this situation, as she is clearly tormented right now.
I look down at her small frame, bent over my knee. It is a stark change considering all that has just happened because she did not want to be punished.
"Just fucking smack me, will you?" Michaela's desperate voice breaks through my musings.
I comply to her request. Wrapping my hand around her waist, I bring my cupped palm down on her raised backside. I don't strike too hard, knowing from experience with my younger siblings, that I will need to prepare her bottom for a thorough spanking, so I start with a warmup. The last thing I want to do to the child is bruise her.
I glance to my brother, silently asking if he understands Michaela's mindset as I continue to swat her behind. With his wide-eyed expression, I come to the assume that he is as confused as me by her sudden request.
Once I feel she has been sufficiently prepared, I begin the actual spanking. Raising my hand higher, I bring it crashing down with more force than the previous ones. I visibly see Michaela's whole body stiffen at the impact, whilst hearing her breath halt in the back of her throat.
The lack of protest from Michaela spurs me on to complete my task. She obviously needs this, so I will oblige. I put aside the doubts I previously had, and concentrate on giving her a spanking she not only deserves, but that she needs.
Michaela has remained stoic up until now. Her hands have remained on the floor and the only signs that she has felt my punishing hand is by the rigidness of her body. As soon as I am sure that I have sufficiently swatted her entire bottom, I pull down her trousers to her knees. She shows the first signs of distress since we started.
The reason of removing Michaela's trousers was not embarrass her or make the punishment worse, but to give me peace of mind knowing I am not hurting her in a way I do not intend. I do not wish to bruise her, not like my father would have done. I need to see the damage I am inflicting to ensure she is ok.
I resume her spanking, aiming my palm at her most sensitive areas. A few strikes here has her gasping for breath, obviously having the effect I had intended. Now I am certain that I am breaking though her wall, I change my pace. I begin to bring my hand down hard, hitting random places, with a fair amount of strength, all over her derrière, sit spots and thighs.
It is not long after that she begins to cry in earnest, yet she still has not tried to prevent the proceedings, or asked me to stop. I fear she is using my hand to punish herself.
Kayla's POV
I am really struggling to keep my composure. Elijah really knows how bring out maximum discomfort on my butt. I am resolute in the fact that I will not beg or plead for this to stop until I reach a point I can physically take no more.
I am thankful that Elijah complied with my request and isn't lecturing me. I fear my words if he attempted to. I keep my mouth shut and my eyes closed as I take each smack willingly.
I gasp out loud at a particularly hard swat, making Elijah pause ever so slightly. This must have the desired effect he has been waiting for as he keeps his smacks at that strength. It's taking everything within me to not beg him to stop now.
Elijah stops momentarily, taking a deep breath as if he is preparing himself for something. That's when I feel his finger hook in the band of my underwear. This is my breaking point. I know it will not only hurt more, but the knowledge of being completely bare over his lap tips me over the edge.
"No, please, Elijah. Not that." I begin to beg, removing my hand off the floor and reaching back to preserve my modesty. It's no use. It never works but I think it's a self preservation tactic anyone in this situation uses.
Elijah takes a hold of my wrist, tucking it at the side of my waist where he was previously holding, and pressing it against my naked skin, not stopping or even slowing his momentum.
The burn in my ass is unbearable now. I can't take anymore. The anger and tingling feeling has long since evaporated.
"P-please, Elijah. Stoo-hooooop." I bring my legs up to try and create a barrier between my well spanked ass and his punishing hand. He gives me the hardest swat yet on the middle of my thigh.
"OOOWWWW!" It makes me scream out loud.
"Keep your feet down, Michaela." He demands, not saying anything else.
It is not until I feel myself being pushed closer to the floor, effectively raising my butt higher in the air, that I really start beg. I know what is coming now and my inhibitions disappear.
"I'm sorry. I-I'm so-sorry. I'm so so s-sorry." I repeat, unsure who exactly I am apologising to. Probably everyone present, even though my dad and Stefan can't even hear me.
"Pleeee-he-he-heeasee. No-no mooore!" I beg as his hand cracks down, over and over again. Repeatedly hitting the same tender spot where my bum meets my thigh. It is agony.
"AAAHHHH-ha-hoooowww. PleeEEEAAASEEE. STOOOP!"
My body breaks. My mind breaks. I give in completely, allowing my sobs to take over me as I lay limply over Elijah's lap. I feel him smack me 10 lasts times before he ends the spanking. I don't even feel the difference in my stinging ass when he replaces my underwear and pants.
I remain where I am, accepting the comfort of Elijah rubbing my back in soothing circles as I cry myself raw. After a minute of this, I feel arms come from the opposite side of him, picking me up off him lap.
I wipe away the tears that is causing my vision to be blurry and see that it is now Damon that is holding me. This brings on a fresh wave of sobs.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so-so sorry. I didn't mean it. I d-didn't know what I was d-doing." I admit.
Damon takes a seat on the sofa and pulls me in flush with his body. He strokes my hair and I feel him gently kiss the top of my head.
"It's ok, baby. All is forgiven." He whispers. I feel the guilt I was harbouring mostly melt away.
I pull my face in to the crook of his neck and bury myself there. Allowing myself to get mentally lost in his embrace. There is no place on this earth, that I feel more loved and protected, than where I am right now and I don't want to move.