Elijah/Freya, hand (moderate)

Klaus+Elijah/Kol hand, hairbrush (severe)

He put heat on the wound to see what would grow.
Finn Freya Elijah, 2018

Elijah's hands were cradling Freya's temple as he shared the damage Finn had inflicted upon Kol. Finn cataloged the expressions that crossed her face: shock, horror, anger, sadness, disappointment. She took a deep breath before she sat down across from him.

"I'll tell you whatever you want to know," Finn said, "as soon as you make sure we cannot be overheard."

His siblings shared a look. When she nodded, Elijah vamped out. About a second later he was back in the office and handing the sage over. Elijah moved to stand behind her as she cast the spell.

"Why?" Freya asked.

"Our reasons are exactly the same," Finn said, "I'm shaping the behavior of a younger sibling."

"You tortured him," Freya said.

"Did I?" Finn asked, "I smacked him, as you both have done countless times before." He turned his gaze to Elijah. "We both know you've been harder on him."

"Kol had his supernatural healing," Freya snapped, "and the extent of his bloodthirst drew Mikael. Don't mistake Elijah's ruthlessness to protect our family with your cruelty!"

Finn leaned forward, spreading his arms across the table. Elijah wasn't triggered, but Finn had accounted for the fact that he likely wouldn't be. "What did you think would happen when you gave me authority over Kol, Freya?"

Elijah rested his hand on Freya's shoulders as she spoke, "That you would correct him when he caused actual harm!"

"When," Finn allowed a little bit of his anger show in his voice, "have I ever given you the impression that I work in shades of grey? The only difference between us is that I'm willing to own up to abusing Kol for the greater good."

"That's a peculiar thing," Freya twisted around and looked up at Elijah, "in the century that I have known and lived with you, I cannot recall a single instance of you acknowledging mistake, much less admitting to actively hurting someone."

"I have never shied away from the wrong I did to Sage," Finn countered, "unlike you with your Tatia."

Freya waved her hand and Finn gasped. Blood began to pour from the cut in his throat. "You speak so eloquently of right and wrong, but you think nothing of hurting Elijah. Esther used Elijah as a blade to kill her, Finn! She used the memory she erased in order to torture him. Does that mean nothing to you?"

It took a moment for Finn's vocal chords to heal. Magical damage took longer to heal than more ordinary injuries. "I'm simply pointing out the truth. Elijah," the brothers' eyes met, "you've spent your entire life hiding from anything that truly hurts. How do you expect to move past that red door if you don't confront it?"

"I don't." Elijah walked over to Finn, one measured step at a time. "It's interesting that you frame hurting your family as a means to help them." Elijah set his index finger under Finn's chin and tilted his head back. "You sound like Niklaus." Finn flinched and opened his mouth, but Elijah didn't let him speak. "The only difference he's apologized when he's taken things too far."

"Is that what you want?" Finn asked, "for me to apologize to Kol?"

"It would be a start," Freya said.

Finn kept his eyes on Elijah. He knew who he had to convince. "You've had over a thousand years to check Kol. Do you think that failure might be because your methods don't work? I will get Kol to obey me and, in doing so, he might stand a chance of being someone worthy. The more you coddle him, the more the world suffers."

"You've long since lost the right to comment on Kol behavior, much less shape it," Elijah said as he dropped his hand and turned his back to Finn, "in fact, I'm considering how I should punish you."

"Even with Davina's influence," Finn said, "he's still killing innocents."

Elijah turned around. He and Freya had identical looks of shock on their face.

"Niklaus is despicable," Finn said, "but to his credit, he has stayed true to his word. He has refrained from taking innocent life over the past five years. Kol can't even manage meeting that low bar."

"You're lying," Elijah said, veins tightening around his eyes, "Kol would not be able to keep that hidden from me."

Freya turned the tide in Finn's favor. "He can use magic again, Elijah. In a limited capacity, yes, but we both know that Kol sees limitations as a challenge to overcome."

"I can even prove it," Finn said.

Elijah face had returned to its human form. "If you are lying - "

"I will give you the dagger before willingly lying in my coffin," Finn said. Elijah turned back around to look at Freya. After allowing moment of silent communication, Finn added, "Judge my harshness all you want, but I did hand him back over to you once I was done. I didn't comment on you choosing to heal him, despite how that undermines my aims."

Elijah was incredulous. "Is that your version of a compromise?"

Freya didn't let Finn respond. "Give us that proof. We'll both talk to Kol. When we learn the truth, Elijah will make his choice." Her voice gentled as she continued, "Finn, you used the stag to represent Elijah, right?" He nodded. "It stood Elijah's gambit, right?" Elijah tensed as Finn nodded again. "So, I'm asking you to trust his judgement here."

"That was always my intention," Finn said. He allowed himself to take schadenfreuden joy at Elijah's widened eyes. He folded his arms. "I told you, brother. I intend to help both of you lead this family."

Let me help you with your baggage.
Elijah/Freya, 2014

"Freya," Elijah let himself into her workshop, "it looks like you pulled another all-nighter."

"Mmhmm," Freya said and yawned. "How much would I be betraying my own kind by saying I wished Niklaus had wiped out at least a few of these covens instead of letting them fester and plot for revenge?"

"Ask Kol," Elijah said as he pulled out a chair from her table and sat down. "Do you recall what I told you last time I caught you forgoing sleep when there was no imminent danger to our family?"

Freya's brain was foggy so it took her a moment to remember. Her back tensed and she turned around slowly. "You mentioned something about us having a very stern discussion?"

Elijah was smoothing his hand over his slacks. "I suppose that's one way of wording what's about to happen here."

"I'm afraid I have to call your bluff, little brother," Freya said, holding her head up high.

"When have I ever bluffed about protecting my family?" Elijah asked.

Freya changed tactics. "Should I remind you how much my preemptive actions have helped our family?"

"I wasn't aware studying various grimoires were so time sensitive. But I'm not a witch." Elijah's smile made shivers crawl up Freya's spine. "Enlighten me, please."

"What makes you think I was studying?" Freya asked.

"The lack of ingredients and overabundance of grimoires?"

"I could have cleaned them up," Freya said.

"We can continue this," Elijah said lightly, "but I do warn you that I've had centuries of practice with Kol."

Freya shifted around from one foot to the other. "How often does he talk you out punishing him?"

"Not very often," Elijah said, patting his knee, "I'm going to start counting."

"To three?" Freya guessed. Elijah inclined his head. "What happens if I get to three?"

"I suppose," Elijah said, "you can keep stalling and find out. However, I highly suggest that you don't."

Freya strode over to Elijah like she was going into battle. She leaned over his lap, automatically setting her hands on the ground as her toes tapped against the floor. Elijah wrapped his left arm around her hip and rose his right hand. He began to punish her with a steady stream of smacks that quickly produce a moderate sting that had Freya grabbing the legs of the chair and squeezing it. He kept this up until she began to start gasping each time his palm connected with her buttocks.

"Tell me, sister," Elijah flipped up her skirt and smoothed it down across her back, "why are you in this unpleasant position?"

Her initial answer was cut off by a strategically placed swat right where her cheeks and thighs met. Either the skirt absorbed a lot of the impact or Elijah started to hit her a lot harder because punishment quickly became much more difficult to endure. Freya stoicism was quickly drowned out by the sharp gasps and hisses of pain that accompanied the predicable rhythmic slaps and cracks that came in conjunction with a spanking. At the end of the day, Freya was a Mikaelson and Mikaelsons were resilient and, despite how difficult it was to think while enduring the rising heat, she did think. And she did answer the question, "I forwent sleep?"

Elijah paused the spanking and examined his sister. He pursed his lips tightly together at what he saw. The tension in her shoulders and back indicated that she wasn't learning much of anything. A canned answer in a form of a question would not do. He hooked his finger underneath the waistband of her underwear and tugged it down to the middle of her thighs.

As she was being bared, Freya turned her head up and glared up at Elijah. "That's hardly necessary, brother."

Instead of answering right away, Elijah took stock of the state of her backside. He'd smacked it to a healthy pink, but she could easily endure more. Her creamy thighs were also completely unmarked. He might need to change that. "It seems you need a demonstration of what happens when you're on my knee," he told her, "I'm the one who decides what's necessary."

"You do remember that I'm older than you, right?" Freya asked.

Elijah dignified that remark by smacking her hard enough to leave a red handprint that circled around on each thigh, punishing first the left and then the right. Freya yelped at the first smack but was able to stay silent during the second. He lifted up his knee and began to target all of his ire on the lower part of her backside. He spanked her with calculation, making sure most of his effort was concentrated one where it would hurt the most. Freya drummed her feet and grabbed Elijah's slacks and squeezed them. Elijah worked quickly, it took less than thirty seconds for her bright pink skin to darken into scarlet.

"Why am I punishing you?" Elijah asked.

It took a few minutes for Freya to catch her breath. Elijah hadn't stopped his relentless attack on her bare skin. She inhaled anger as he began to smack her in the same spot three or four times before finding another patch of skin to terrorize. Over and over. She couldn't help but curl her legs and wiggle around in hopes to alleviate the sting. It didn't help much and she put her frustration and pain into her voice as she spat, "Because you're a menace to democracy and rule our family with an iron fist?"

"You've been spending some time with Kol," Elijah said, not unkindly. His tone was so unexpected and tender that it made her giggle. She thought that might earn her his belt so she was very surprised when he helped her get back on her feet. She winced as her brother pulled her panties back up. She didn't have words for the warmth she felt as he smoothed out all of wrinkles in her skirt. She couldn't stop herself from smiling as he wiped away her tears with his ever-present handkerchief before pushing stray hair behind her ears. He folded her into his arms and kissed the side of her face. "You need to start taking better care of yourself."

"I'm not sure I'll ever get used to this," Freya said. She rubbed her sore bottom as she rested her chin in the crook of Elijah's neck.

"I can be very persuasive," Elijah said, making sure his point crystal clear with a pair of smacks to each thigh. She let the building tears fall as she buried her face into his shoulder. "And I can be extremely patient."

Freya soaked him in for a few minutes before saying, "I get it!" She wiggled away before he could smack her again. He let her go because she was making her way out of the workshop and toward her bedroom, rubbing her sore bottom with both hands. "I don't need any more incentive, brother. I promise!"

"Eight hours a night," Elijah said as he picked up her trusty hairbrush that had seared many a lesson into Kol and Davina's unprotected backsides. He wagged it at her. "I'm not above giving you're a taste of your own medicine!"

When he had to picnic on the beach, he purposely put sand in another people's food.
Klaus+Elijah/Kol, 2015

"Nik!" Kol whined between the crisp sound of hand smacking bare flesh, "not so hard!"

"Settle down," Klaus ordered and the smacks came down faster, "we're just getting started."

"I didn't mean to," Kol said. He gasped because Klaus had begun to punish one patch of skin exclusively. He curled his right leg and rocked his hips, "I'm sorrrrrrrry!"

Klaus aimed lower and began to tan the tops of Kol's thighs by smacking them, one at a time, over and over. After a few minutes of continued attention, the skin showed signs of being disciplined. White skin became rosy and then deepened into a darker shade of pink each time Klaus' palm connected with Kol's skin.

"Please," Kol cried out and twisted around in a failed attempt to avoid his punishment. "I won't do it again."

"I intend to make sure you don't," Klaus said. He didn't seem all that bothered by Kol's squirming, likely because he was so much stronger. Kol was stuck over his knee and no matter how much he flailed around, his brother's hand always landed on his backside.

"What's going on here?" Elijah asked.

Klaus paused and looked up to where Elijah was standing in the doorway. "Big brother," he said, his face spreading into a grin, "would you care to join me in teaching our little Kol a lesson?"

"No!" Kol tried to pull himself off of Klaus' knee and got an extra hard smack on the rounded part of his bottom for his trouble. He settled but pouted.

Elijah strode across the bedroom and stood in front of his younger brothers. He studied Kol's flushed and tear-stricken face. Then he set his hand on Kol's bottom. Kol back tensed and he clenched his cheeks as Elijah examined the damage. "Very warm," Elijah remarked, "and it looks quite sore."

"It is!" Kol confirmed. Both cheeks were solidly pink and stung fiercely, but it looked quaint compared to his upper thighs and sit spots, which were bright red and felt burned to a crisp. "I learned my lesson, brothers! I promise!"

Elijah gently rubbed his sore bottom. "What exactly did you learn, Kol?"

"Nik doesn't have a sense of humor," Kol said. He yelped when Elijah swatted him. "That hurt."

"Let me finish this," Elijah said as he grabbed Kol's arm and pulled him up.

Klaus got off the bed and Elijah took his place. While Elijah guided Kol over his lap, Klaus grabbed Cami's hairbrush from off the dresser. "I have it on good authority that this works miracles on stubborn teenagers." Elijah rose his eyebrow as he took the brush. "Davina minds her tongue even around me for about a week after a good go around with it."

Elijah set the back of the brush against pink skin. The cool wood felt nice against his hot skin, but Kol was mostly zoning in on how big it felt. Hard. Heavy. He let out a little whine as it dawned on him how much it was going to hurt to be paddled with it. Kol had often teased Davina for being so afraid of Cami's harmless little hairbrush that looked so innocent next to Freya's terrifying hairbrush, but now that he was under it, it didn't feel so little or harmless at all.

"I shouldn't have switched Nik's blood with animal blood," Kol was panicked because Elijah was lifting the brush up and he couldn't help but twist around and watch. Dread built up in his stomach as Elijah rose the wooden tool of the devil high. "Please don't spank me with that!"

Elijah used the brush to paint over the pink skin with red. Kol howled and bucked his hips desperately as the hard brush pounded fire into his soft skin. Without breaking his punishing rhythm, Elijah pinned Kol's legs between his own and wrapped his left arm around his middle. Kol was stuck, unable to do anything but submit to his brushing.

"That's not all you did," Klaus scolded while Elijah spanked, "you broke a very important rule, Kol." Kol yelped and shouted; Elijah had started to paddle his under curves. He hit the left side three times, quick and harsh, and proceeded to apply the same three blows to his right side. He repeated the process over and over as Klaus continued, "How many blood bags are you allowed to have per day?"

Elijah paused. He gently rubbed the brush into Kol's bottom. It helped Kol calm down enough to answer. "One."

"How many did you drink today, Kol?" Elijah asked.

Kol swallowed. Elijah was gently tapping his upper thighs with the horrible hairbrush. He squirmed and whimpered. He knew his answer would earn him more swats. Elijah just kept tapping him with the solid wood. He'd gotten a sound paddling with it already and wasn't keen to get even more smacks with it. But the reality of lying half naked over Elijah's knee as his sore skin was tapped with the weapon that had made him so sore in the first place was unbearable. "Sir," he said in a tiny voice, "five."

"Very good," Elijah said while he tapped Kol's sore bottom. Kol shivered in pleasure.

Then he tensed because Elijah twisted his wrist and put some force behind the taps. His paddling was starting up again! Kol sobbed and shouted because it hurt so goddamn much. At some point, Klaus had handed him a pillow that he was digging his fingers into. He pressed his face into that pillow and soaked it with his tears. Elijah continued to burn new fire into his vulnerable skin as he snapped the wooden brush all over Kol's bottom.

"He's almost done," Klaus soothed as he ran his fingers through Kol's sweaty hair, "all you have to do is think about why you're getting thrashed."

Kol's sass had long since melted away under the fire Elijah had ignited and was fanning with quick and sharp smacks. He drummed his feet against the bed and wailed. But he also obeyed Klaus. He knew the rule about how much human blood he was allowed to have and he knew why that rule was in place. The more he fed the more he craved and the harder it became to deny the desire to drain bodies.

"No more," Kol begged and yelped as he was still being paddled, "Elijah, please! I'm sorrrryyyy!"

"We're done here," Elijah said. He'd put aside the brush and was now pulling Kol into his arms. Kol hid his face in Elijah's jacket and wept. Elijah was gently rubbing out the sting in his cheeks so he was free to hug and cling.

"Corner time?" Klaus asked. Kol felt his face heat up so he buried his face deeper into Elijah's chest. "Camille swears by it."

Elijah pressed a kiss on the top of Kol's head. "She does have a keen eye for these things." Kol pouted but didn't resist when Elijah guided him to the far corner in the room. He made Kol stand up straight, press his nose into the wall, and fold his arms behind his back. "You will reflect for an hour before retiring to bed."

Kol sulked because wanted to rub his bottom. "No fair." Elijah smacked him and Kol gasped as more tears leaked out of his eyes. "Not so hard." Elijah doled out a flurry of burning swats all over his backside for several horrible minutes. As Kol cried over his fresh spanking, Elijah gently cupped the back of his neck with his strong hand. He felt very aware of Klaus as he added in a hushed tone, "I'm sorry, sir."

Elijah squeezed his neck and patted his shoulder before stepping away. As he left the room, he added firmly, "Obey Niklaus, Kol."

Klaus settled back down on the bed. "Don't be still on my account, brother."

Kol grinned as reached down in order to massage his freshly spanked bottom. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he reflected his mistakes. Next time, he thought as he rested his forehead against the wall, don't combine pranks and blatant disobedience. It was one thing to reach for the stars, it was another to get burned by them. There was such a thing as being too ambitious, after all.