Damon's Back

I was confined to my bedroom, grounded again for my inability to keep my mouth shut when I have clearly already gone too far. I swear Stefan has been crankier than ever since we came back to Mystic Falls. So I'm here, getting babysat by my uncle/nephew Zach, whilst Stefan is out at a party. I so wish I was 18, then no one would be able to tell me what to do - least of all my brother - who is only a little older than myself.

Jumping off my bed, pulling my earphones out at the same time so I can get a blood bag from the basement, I was halted in my tracks by the sound of Stefan growling and a loud smashing noise, followed by a thudding sound outside.

I ran downstairs and out the front door just in time to see my eldest brother Damon standing intimidatingly over Stefan.

"You should know better than to think you're stronger than me - you lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again!" He threatened him.

I ran over, as fast as my vampire speed would allow me to and crashed in to Damon. Taking him off guard, I was able to shove him twenty feet away from Stefan and he landed with a satisfying thud on the ground in front of the hedge.

"As you can see - I still drink people blood!" I spat at him, annoyed that he has come back after being gone for so long and thinking he could try to bully Stefan.

"Hello little sister, nice to see you too!" He said, standing up and dusting himself off.

"What do you want, Damon?" I asked him, pulling Stefan up off the ground.

"I've come to see my favourite sister"

"I'm your only sister - dumb ass"

"watch your mouth" he warned, pointing his finger at me.

"Whatever!"

I turned around and made my way back inside the boarding house. Stefan and Damon followed close behind.

"What are you really here for?" I heard Stefan ask.

"Like I said brother, I'm here to see my little sister, I've missed her!"

"of course you have" I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Well, I'd like to say it's been nice to see you - but that would be lying - so don't let the door hit you where the good Lord split you" I waved bye to him as I made my way back to the stairs heading to my room.

"SOPHIA" Damon yelled,

"DAMON" I mimicked, turning to face him. I gasped when I realised that he was right in front of me.

"When did you get so rude?"

"When you got off and left us, AGAIN!" I emphasised the again as this isn't the only time he has abandoned our family, in fact, I've lost count of how many times it's been.

"Come on Soph, I know you've missed me too" he was standing there in his signature, black leather jacket just smirking at me, and it totally infuriated me.

"you know fuck all Damon, I haven't missed you in the slightest!" I lied. Of course I have missed him, he's my big brother, but I'm not going to let him know that.

"You do remember I can tan you ass good, right?" He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me closer to him. The smirk had disappeared from his face, and was replaced with a look of pure anger.

Stefan came to my rescue, pulling Damon away from me and sending me to my room. Once at the top of the stairs, I turned back round to look at my brothers

"Stefan?" I called,

"yes Soph?"

"Don't take no shit off him, you know" I told him.

"That's it" Damon said before running up the stairs, heading straight for me. I took off and ran to my room, shoving my door open and I tried my best to close it before he reached me. Too late. He is on the other side, pushing against me.

I backed away from the door, knowing I wouldn't win against him and he came barging in to my room. He has a face like a bulldog ready to attack. This was my cue to start begging - my bravado disappeared the second he charged after me.

"No Damon, stop... Please, I'm sorry!" I begged. I held my hands up in front of me, in a surrendering manner, whilst I backed away from him, getting deeper into my room.

"No you're not - but you will be!" Those seven little words he muttered, made my heart drop straight to my stomach. In the moment, all I can think is fight or flight? I decide on the latter and bolt for the door, hoping to make it to Stefan. He will protect me.

Damon grabs me before I am even within arms reach of the door. An evil smirk plastered on his face.

"Did you really think you could run away from me, little girl?" Oh shit. I'm dead!

I struggle against his grip, trying to free myself - but it is totally useless. He drags me over to my desk, sits on my chair and pulls me over his lap.

He never held back as he went straight to the task at hand - spanking my butt. I manage to hold it together for the first few swats, but it's pointless. Damon is a master in the art of spanking. By the tenth swat, I am squirming. By the twentieth, I am kicking like David Beckham and by the thirtieth, I am crying like a toddler. I never could take a spanking well - especially one at the hands of Damon.

"No more, D.. OW! Damon, p-pleeease? OOOOW! I'm sorry... I won't... AHH! say it a-again!"

Begging and false promises doesn't usually work with Damon, but I try it anyway. I always do! To my surprise, he lets me up. Wiping my eyes with the backs of my hands, I stare at him cautiously. What's his game? What's he planning? He has never gave up this easily before? What makes the situation even worse is that he is just staring back at me. Scary and creepy, all rolled in to one.

After a minute or two of our stare-out, I finally find my voice (and courage) and ask him,

"is that it?"

"Why? Would you like more?" He responds with his hand raised in a threatening manner. "No, I'm good!"

"Nooo what?"

"No sir!"

"There's my little sister!" I rolled my eyes.

"Stop rolling your eyes"

"sorry sir!".

"Now, are you going to give your big brother a hug, or what?" He stands up and opens his arms invitingly. As much as I wanted to slap him and tell him to do-one, I want to hug him even more. I dive in to his embrace and hug him like my life depends on it. I have missed him so much.

I pull away from him, wanting to ask him a question but I'm not sure I want to know the answer.

"So, what going on? Are you staying this time, or...?"

"Or...?"

"Or leaving again? I swear I've got major abandonment issues because of you!" He rubs my head and laughs, thinking I'm joking. I'm not.

"I'm staying... For a while anyway."

I knew it! He's going to stay for a bit, mess with Stefan's head, then disappear. SSDD! I don't know why I even get my hopes up with him?

We make our way downstairs and I see Stefan staring into the fire, lost in his own thoughts. I walk over to him and wrap my arm around his waist.

"You ok Stef?"

"Yeah! How about you?"

"I'm good, no thanks to you!" I gently push him using my shoulder.

"Why didn't you come up and help me?"

"Because Damon was right to do that - you shouldn't be cussing!"

"Pft thanks!"

"You're more than welcome" he joked, forcing a smile.

"Bourbon brother?" Damon asked Stefan.

"I might as well" he replied, walking over to retrieve the offered drink.

"Can I have one?"

"NO" they both shout in unison.

"Jeez, I only asked" I flop down on the sofa and pout.

"Cheer up princess, you've only got two more years till you turn 18... Oh wait... No you won't!"

"Oh, ha ha, you're so funny, Damon... Not!" I throw a scatter cushion at him and it bounces off his face.

Damon looks at his watch.

"Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"I don't have a bedtime, Damon."

"Well you do now. Go." He points up the stairs.

"Seriously?"

"Yep" he makes an over exaggerated popping sound as he pronounces the 'p'.

"Stefan?" I receive a shrug as a reply. I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, when are you leaving again?"

"Bed. Now."

"God! You're such a dick when you want to be!"

I get up and started for the stairs as Damon gives me a solid swat to my rear, propelling me forward a few steps.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You know what it was for 'sailor', keep it up because there is plenty more where that came from!" He held up his hand wiggled his fingers. I turn and walk away in a huff.

"Night Stefan." I call over my shoulder.

I wake up bright and early this morning, wondering what the day will bring. It's been just over a week since Damon came back and what a boring week it's been - for me anyway. He is being such a controlling jerk. I really don't think I can take much more.

Entering the kitchen, Stefan asks me what I would like for breakfast.

"Could I have some cheese on toast, please?"

"Of course you can" he smiles and makes his way over to the refrigerator.

"So... Where is he?" I ask

"In bed probably, I haven't seen or heard him yet."

"and what about Zach?"

"He's gone away for a few days."

"Lucky him!"

Damon comes strolling into the kitchen just as I am finishing my breakfast. We totally blank him.

"Are you ready for school?" Stefan asks as I put my plate in the sink.

"I'll be ready in 10. I just need to grab my things."

"Oh, morning Damon, hey kids. How are you today?"

"You know Damon, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness?"

"Well if I wasn't being ignored my siblings, I wouldn't have to resort to that, would I?"

"Morning Damon. How are you on this very fine day? Oh wait, I really don't care!"

"Ouch!" He puts his hand over his heart "that hurts little sister."

Ok, so that might have been a bit harsh but he's really annoying me with his bossiness, telling me what I can and can't do ALL the time. I seriously think I'm going insane. Can vampires even go insane? By the looks of it, we'll find out soon enough.

I am waiting by the front door for Stefan to give me a ride to school.

"Come on Stef, we're gonna be late."

"Coming" he shouts back. We arrived at school exactly 8 minutes later.

All day, everyone has been talking about the 5 people who have died within the last week. How it's so creepy because "nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls!" They obviously don't know the truth about the 'Battle of Willow Creek'.

The end of day bell rings and I say goodbye to Sarah and Emma and head to the car park to meet Stefan. He is waiting next to his car talking to Elena. As nice as Elena is - I still can't get past the fact that she looks exactly like Katherine. I mean seriously, if they weren't born centuries apart, I would swear they were twins!

"Hey Stefan, hey Elena!" I'm not really in the mood to speak to them, but I don't want to seem rude. I get in the car and wait for Stefan to get in. As soon as we drive away, I ask him if he has heard about the recent deaths.

"Yeah, I heard. 5 bodies all drained of blood"

"it's him, isn't it?" He knows who I mean.

"I am fairly positive."

Everywhere Damon goes, death follows. It's a given. He has no regard for human life. As much as I love my brother, I hate that about him. He thinks people are his for the taking.

We arrive home and there is no sign of Damon. I fetch a blood bag from the basement and go back up to Stefan.

"Steeef" I say in a sing song voice.

"Yeeah" he copies.

"Can I go to a party tonight at Jake's? Pleeease?"

"Aaaah no"

"what? Why not?"

"Because you're still grounded, that's why not!"

"Just let me go to the party and then I can be grounded again tomorrow?"

"It doesn't work like that and you know it!"

"Awww Stefan, don't be such a fucking dick!" Again, my mouth has run away with it self. Stefan is next to me in half a second. He turns me to the side and lands five stinging swats to my backside.

"Ooow Stefan! Really?" I try to rub the sting away with zero joy.

Two hours later, I am in my room finishing up my homework when I hear Damon coming in. I put my thing back in my bag and make my way downstairs. By the time I walk in to the living-room, Stefan and Damon are already arguing about the recent deaths.

"You can't do that here Damon, I won't allow it" Damon does an evil chuckle,

"I'll take that as an invitation!" He's such a douche!

I am staying out of this one. I know the more you tell Damon not to do something - the more hell bent he is on doing it.

"Damon?" He turns to look at me.

"Can I go..."

"I said no, Sophia!" Stefan interrupts me.

"Yeah, well I wasn't asking you, was I?"

"Ooooo sassy!" Damon jokes.

"Well, like I was saying, can I go to a party tonight at J..." He cuts me off before I even have a chance to finish asking him.

"No!"

"Oh my god! why?"

"Because I said so!"

"That's not a reason!"

"It's the only one I need!"

"You both do realise that I am almost 161 years old, right? I should be allowed to go to a high school party."

"And you do realise that you are technically only a 16 year old child?"

"And technically" I throw some air quotes in here "Stefan is only 17 and he gets to do what's he want."

"Yes, but he's a man."

"Argh, you're such a sexist pig, Damon!" "And...? Your point being?"

"Forget it!" I stomp off back to my cell, formally known as my bedroom.

I start planning my escape. I am going to that party, I don't care what either of them say! I group text Sarah, Emma and a few others and let them know that I'll be there around 9 o'clock. I have roughly 3 hours to sort out what I am going to wear and how I am going to pull it off. I know that if, who am I kidding, when I get caught - it's not going to be pretty. And I'm more than positive that it will be my butt that pays the price. This party had better be worth it!

I put on my black, knee high boots, black denim mini skirt and a white, low cut, tight fitting vest with a black bra. I straighten my long, mousy brown hair until it is super sleek and put some make-up on before I jump from my window to the tree across the way. I could have just jumped to the ground but I didn't want to make too much noise and risk one of my brothers hearing me. It is now 8:50pm. I know that with my vampire speed, I could make it to the party in under five minutes.

I search for Sarah and Emma as soon I reach Jakes house. The party is booming. The music is blaring and there must easily be over 100 people here. His front lawn is littered with plastic red cups and they are also scattered around his living-room and kitchen.

I find my friends in the far end of the kitchen with Gemma, Jack, Connor, Steven and Jeremy. They are all having tequila slammers.

"Hey Soph!", Sarah called.

"Do you want one?" She offered me a shot.

"Eeerm no thanks, I'm good. I'll have a beer though?" There is no way I can go home drunk, my brothers would kill me. Literally. Then they would wait for me to come back to life and probably kill me again.

I have been at the party for about two hours now and I'm feeling pretty buzzed. I have been talking to Jeremy Gilbert for about 20 minutes. We are just about to have another beer (I know I said I wouldn't get drunk, but hey, it's a party!) when Jeremy says that Stefan is here.

"What? Where?"

"He's over there" I follow where he was pointing to and sure enough - there is Stefan.

"Crap! Crap, crap, crap!" I am starting to panic.

"Jeremy, he can't find me here. I need to go." He looks at me puzzled for a second before he grabs my hand and leads me out the back door and across jakes back garden.

Once we are completely clear of the party, we stop running. I pretend to be out of breath to appear human.

"So, what was all that about?" Jeremy asked me.

"I weren't allowed to come tonight, so I snuck out. Stefan must have found out where the party was and came to drag me back home."

"Stefan's only your brother, right? Why does he care so much what you do?"

"It's a long story"

"I've got time."

We start walking towards the boarding house.

"My parents died a few years ago so my older brother, Damon, who was only 18 at the time, had to take care of Stefan and I." I hate lying to Jeremy, but when you are a vampire trying to live a human life - it's a necessity.

"Then last year Damon left and it was just me and Stefan. I guess he just feels responsible for me."

"I know the feeling. Elena has been like that with me since our parents died."

"Life kinda sucks, eh?"

"You could say that again!"

The truth is, even before all of this 'demon of the night' shit, Damon was more of a father to Stefan and I than Giuseppe ever was. For the last 145 years, when Damon hasn't been around, Stefan has adopted that role - much to my annoyance sometimes. But for the most part, I am eternally grateful to him. He is my rock, my constant, no matter what happens in our lives.

We make it to the drive way heading to the boarding house and I thank Jeremy for walking me home.

"Anytime" he smiles and walks off towards his house. I notice that the lights are still on downstairs, meaning Damon is in. I sneak over to beneath my window and jump up, trying to keep as quiet as possible.

I climb through my bedroom window and go straight to my walk-in closet to put my pyjamas on. As I walked out, my focus goes straight to Damon, lounging on my bed with his hands behind his head and a smug smirk on his face.

"Where have you been, little Miss Gallivant?"

"I've haven't been anywhere. I just changed my pyjamas because the other ones I was wearing got nail varnish on" I am a shit liar! Damon jumped off the bed.

"Don't lie to me, little one. You're only making it worse for yourself." He stalked towards me, menacingly slow.

"I um, I... I went to the party" I give up. There is no point even trying to get out of this one.

"Oh, you went to the party, did you? That wouldn't be the same party I specifically told you not to go to, would it?"

"Um, yes sir" I decide to play the good girl card, hoping he will go easier on me.

"Downstairs, now." He walks out of my room and I follow quickly behind.

"Sit" he orders once we reach the sofa's. He pullsnout his phone and calls Stefan.

"Hey brother, I just called to let you know that the wonderer has returned."

"When did she get back?"

"About 5 minutes ago"

"ok, I'm on my way." Damon hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket.

It feels like forever has passed till Stefan comes storming through the front door. He looks so angry. Shit. Why did I go to that stupid party?

"Stefan I..."

"Shhh. Don't talk right now"

"but..."

"Ah ah ah! He said, don't talk!" Damon says. I sit back and folded my arms over my chest. Why won't they just let me talk?

"Come on Stefan, let's go in the kitchen and discuss our little sisters indiscretions.

"You, stay. Don't move from that spot."

"Yes sir" I say with a salute.

"Don't get cheeky, missy. You're in no position to be giving sass right now."

"Sorry"

They both enter the kitchen and one of them even turns on the blender so I'm not able to hear what they are saying. I consider sneaking over to the door and trying to listen but decide against it. As Damon has already said, I'm in enough trouble as it is.

They come back in a couple of minutes later looking less angry but still far from calm.

"Stefan and I have discussed your punishments.."

"Punishments? As in, more than one?"

"That's right Einstein. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted." He glares at me.

"Stefan and I have discussed your punishments and decided that you are to receive 2 spankings. One off me and one off him."

"You've got to be joking? Stefan please tell me he is joking?" I'm panicking. I don't want one spanking, never mind two!

"He's not joking." He states.

"Why two though? That's not fair!"

"It is totally fair, dear sister, as you disobeyed Stefan and you disobeyed me."

"No!"

"No?"

"It's not happening. That's just cruel!" I stand up to leave but Damon holds his hand out to block my way.

"Sit. Now."

"No! Move" I shove him, well at least I try to. He must have been expecting it as he didn't move an inch. He spins me round and gives me an almighty swat on my ass. I swear I have never felt a smack so hard. Tears spring to my eyes immediately.

Damon leans closer, so he was merely inches from my face.

"Don't you EVER do that again!" I have never been so scared of him as I am right now. I make an audible gulp and sit back down.

"Please... I'm sorry" "

save it, Sophia. We are well passed that stage. Here's how this is going to go. I will spank you tonight for going to that party and Stefan is going to spank you tomorrow for going out when he had grounded you."

Oh, man. Why do I get myself in to these situations? "

Well let's get this over with, shall we? Go to your room and I'll be up in a minute."

"Yes sir"

I'm sitting on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. Listening intently to the dreaded sound of footsteps ascending the stairs. I make a pact with myself that I am going to try my best not to cry. Or at lease hold off for as long as possible. I need to be strong and prove that I am not the little girl they see me as anymore.

I must have been lost in my thoughts as I never heard Damon coming until he was knocking on my door. He walks in without waiting for me to acknowledge him. "Ready?"

"Yes sir"

"what? No arguing, complaining?" "

No sir. I know I deserve it so I'm not going to fight you on this"

"oooookay. Let's get started"

He sits on my desk chair and pats his thigh.

"Hop on". I would have thought his actions were funny if it weren't for my impending doom. I lay myself over his lap and wait.

"So, do we need to go over why you're in this position, or are we good to go?"

"I think we pretty much covered it downstairs." I feel his arm wrap around my waist, effectively pinning me in place. The first swat lands and it hurts like hell. I don't think I'll be able to keep quiet through this.

Damon is a mean spanker - you never know where he is going to smack next. I have already been given at least 20 swats, but I try not to count as it makes it seem worse. I am keeping my composure a lot better than I usually do. My breathing is erratic but I'm managing to keep my feet still and my hands on the floor.

He starts on my thighs after a few more smacks. I can't take the pain anymore so I try and wiggle away from his hand. My attempts are futile but I can't stop myself. I feel Damon lower his left leg and raise his right and I begin to panic - I know what is coming next. I really can't take much more.

With better access to my sit spots, he picks up his tempo and force behind each swat. I lose control of myself and begin crying my eyes out, begging him to stop. I'm kicking my legs and bucking my body before I reach back my hand and try to protect my burning backside from further assault.

"Please, stop... I can't take any m-more!" I beg. He takes hold of my wrist and pins my hand to the small of my back, putting a bit of pressure on it to help keep me in place.

"I'm so, so-sorry, Damon. OOOOW! I pr-promise to AHHH! Promise to... OWW! never go.. AH to another... Party OOW, please...? Againwithoutyourpermission." I rush through the last bit.

My begging and pleading have no effect on him this time and he shows no sign of stopping anytime soon. After another round of spanks, that cover my entire backside and thigh area, I give up. I can't cope anymore. My whole body goes limp and I lay like a boneless body over his lap. Tears still pooling from my eyes and sobs still racking my body.

I don't even realise that the spanking has stopped and that Damon is now rubbing circles on my back.

"Shhh, it's ok Soph, it's over now." I'm struggling to get my crying under control but he lets me lay here a few more minutes to keep trying.

My sobbing has calmed to silent tears with the occasional hiccoughing, so I pull myself up off his lap and throw my arms around his neck. I really need a cuddle right now. He pulls me on to his lap in a seated position, with my butt dangling between his legs, so as to not cause me anymore discomfort. Then he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I openly start crying again, not just because of my recent spanking but because I have missed the feeling of being in my big brothers arms. I really hate it when he leaves us.

I can feel myself drifting off to sleep but I don't want to leave Damon's embrace. He must have noticed that I'm falling asleep because he has picked me up, bridal style, and is walking over to my bed. He lays me down before covering me with my blankets, then he then kisses me on my head and wishes me sweet dreams.

"Damon?" I manage to say, drowsily.

"yeah, baby girl?" "

Will you stay with me? Please?"

"Of course I will princess, scoot over." I move over whilst he climbs into bed next to me. I rest my head on his chest and wrap my arm over his stomach and he puts his arm behind me.

"Damon?"

"Yeah Soph?"

"I really have missed you, you know?"

"I know baby, I know!"