Pairing: Emma/Aurora (F/f) slipper, cane
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Crescent Academy
New Orleans, Louisiana
Tristan de Martel threw the rag he was cleaning with at Lucien's face. The dirty cotton swatch caught the other ancient vampire squarely on the face.
"Hey, what the hell, man?" Lucien fumed, peeling the damp rag off of his handsome countenance.
"I was trying to improve your looks," Tristan said smugly.
"Guys, stop fooling around!" Diego growled. "If Jack comes back and this isn't done again, we're in for it!"
Tristan sighed, the werewolf was right. Since Hayley had left, a pall descended on the entire school. Jackson was trying to hold it together, but when he found the work out gym in disarray after the boys were tasked with cleaning it, he had flipped. He woke them up early on Saturday morning and dragged them down to the basement level gym to do the cleaning that had already claimed they had done.
Lucien put down the glass cleaner and got a fresh paper towel. He detested cleaning, but even he had to admit that the gym was disgusting. The glass was smeared with finger prints and it looks like someone had even spit on it.
"Did you literally spit on this mirror?" Lucien asked coyly, turning towards Diego's solid form. "I mean, I know you wolves are brutes, but really?"
Diego exhaled and ran a hand through his brown hair, his solid features frozen for a second in a grimace.
"Yeah, Henry didn't know how to spit! I mean, he's a freaking wolf and acts like a puppy dog. Someone had to teach the kid. What was I supposed to do?" Diego asked in disbelief.
"I have my limits, Diego," Lucien responded. "You clean this then. I'll disinfect the machines. I would rather not come in contact with your bloodily fluids, if you don't mind."
Diego marched over and grabbed the paper towel and the spray. Like most of the wolves, he favored flannel plaid shirts whether hot or cold. Jackson had given the boys time to change and the vampires wore dress slacks and button down shirts as was their usual attire.
"You're so prissy, Lucien," Diego snapped. "You act like you don't live by drinking blood. God...the nerve of some people."
Tristan smirked again, this brute could never truly insult him. Tristan went on, saying, "We are creatures of the night, it tis true. But we also know how to behave as civilized creatures, unlike the lot of you wolves."
Diego couldn't listen to this again. He pulled out his headphones and put them over his ears, tuning out the two ancient vampires.
"So rude," Lucien snarked, now spraying a different spray on the machines.
Tristan groaned and picked up the broom.
"I hate to say it but he's right. If Jackson comes back down here, we are liable to get raked over the coals again. I, for one, do not wish to be nursing a sore backside for the rest of the weekend. Pick up the pace, my dear Lucien. I will pretend I am cleaning the stable, like you did at my father's castle, back in the day."
Lucien rolled his eyes as Tristan never passed up a chance to remind him how the Count de Martel made him a servant after stealing his own father's land.
"We don't even sweat and now we are tasked with cleaning up after humans and wolves, and probably even the witches! You know, Tristan, if we weren't compelled, I would..." Lucien started.
"What would you do, Lucien?" Dorian asked. The distinguished looking black man leaned against the door frame and waited for a response. He folded his arms over his tweed vest, waiting patiently.
"Ah, Dorian, you almost startled us," Lucien grinned. "I suppose you picked up a light step, after your many days of being a vampire hunter."
"You know what they say, 'Once a hunter, always a hunter,'" Dorian quipped. In reality, Dorian had a good relationship with the students. He was fair, but firm when needed. "But Jackson asked me to check on your progress. He wasn't real thrilled with you guys this morning."
"As you can see, we are nearly finished," Tristan said with a flourish.
"Good," Dorian said. "Then, you can head up to the library. We got a new shipment of ancient texts and grimoires. I could use some help cataloging everything."
Lucien moaned, "Really, Dorian? How did Saturday become chore day? This is unbearable. We are tasked all week with school work and then we have to do more work on Saturday? Are you jesting?"
"No, bud, it's not a joke," Dorian said, holding back a smile. "We all have to pitch in. It's not just you guys that have slacked off on your chores this week. We have the witches working in the garden, humans cleaning out the kitchen, and wolves are on cleaning detail this week. I've talked to the headmistress about rotating chores, though. That way, you won't get stuck doing the same thing every week," Dorian explained.
"Bloody wonderful," Lucien said with a tight smile. "I hope no one thinks that I am going to dig through that awful dirt patch they call a garden. I simply do not have any garments suitable!"
Dorian's face grew stern. "Lucien, you complain about damn near everything. Jackson said you threw a fit about the cleaning. I'm trying to help you guys out. But if I hear one more word bitching about it, I'm going to march you up to my study for a long 'conversation' about it. You got me?"
Lucien gulped, "I understand. Merely expressing my...opinions. We'll be up after we finish."
Dorian eyed both vampires and then spoke to Diego. He reminded them again to head directly for the library when they were done.
Tristan laughed, "Oh, you really gave him a piece of your mind. Good work, Lucien!"
"Shut up, Tristan. We're not in your father's bloody castle anymore," Lucien spat. "It's not worth it to vex him anymore. Hurry up and help me wipe down these machines. You look ridiculous puttering around with that broom. You clearly don't know how to sweep."
Tristan handed the broom to Diego and went to help Lucien before he threw a fit. The truth was that he really didn't know how to sweep. He had never done it before...nor would he.
Lucien grinned, "Maybe my dear old girl Alexis will be up there, like last time. Though if I have to watch her fawn over Sebastian again, no spell can stop me from tearing his comely head from his shoulders..."
Tristan now paused, "So you are not smitten with my sister this week? Curious. I thought she said the two of you were getting along."
Lucien was interested now, "Oh? She did? She's barely glanced in my direction at t'all. Playing hard to get, I wager."
***
Aurora de Martel wrinkled her nose as she prepared to scrub the showers.
"Uh, this mold," Aurora snapped. "This place isn't fit for rats to live. I don't see why we have to clean it."
Alexis pulled on the bright yellow rubber gloves and grabbed the sponge.
"Let me," Alexis hissed. "We're going to be here all damn day with you working. Just go get more cleaning spray and some of the powered stuff in the can!"
Aurora stepped back gratefully. In her melodic voice, Aurora promised, "I shall return with that and more, good witch. Let me know if you have any visions whilst I am gone."
"Yeah, right. I'm sure I'll have a bunch as I'm scrubbing the johns," Alexis grumbled. She had been Lucien's seer once. She rarely had her visions now and was just trying to be a normal witch. One who lived with her own free will and out from under the thumb of powerful vampires.
Aurora smirked as she glided down the wood paneled hallway to the linen closet. She had learned if she pretended not to know how to do things or did them poorly, the others would chime in and finish her chores. Now if Hayley was here, she would stand behind Aurora and "teach" her each new skill, but Hayley was now far from home.
Aurora found the closet and promptly tossed the two cans of powered cleaner and a anti-mold shower spray into the trash.
She lilted, "Oh my, I ought to go borrow some more from the gentleman's floor."
One of the red-headed sister witches was dusting the hallway table and gave her an odd look. Aurora tossed her own red locked and hummed to herself. She thought it was Rowan, the plumper one. Or maybe it was Clarice, but she could never recall which one was which. Or was it which witch was which? Aurora giggled to herself.
"Something funny? Did you use the charm yet?" Rowan said, putting down her trusty feather duster.
"Ah, Rowan, the charm? I am about to use it," Aurora confessed with glee. "Do love spells really work?"
Rowan frowned, "It's not a spell, per say, Aurora. Like I explained before, it's just a country charm. You know I can't do a real spell around here without getting into trouble. Professor Vardemus has made that really clear."
Aurora paused, "Oh, that old bald coot! What does he know? If I am to properly seduce Sebastian, I need the real thing. Can't you help me out a bit more?"
Rowan sighed, annoyed at the entitled vampire.
"Look, Aurora, I did you a favor. I'm not getting bent over for a taste of his stupid yardstick for you. Got it?"
Aurora's green eyes narrowed dangerously. She spat, "It's funny, I didn't think a former Strix witch would be so...cowardly. I thought more of you girls."
Rowan picked up her duster again, saying, "Well, being one of the sacred so-called Sisters sucked. That's the truth. I know your brother and his vampire minions were only looking out for themselves. They would have had us sacrificed in a moment for their own purposes. If that makes me a coward, so be it. Now, if you don't mind, I would actually like to get done here..."
Aurora's eyes flashed with annoyance at the younger girl turning her back to her.
"You are just jealous that you don't have a suitor, as usual," Aurora snarked.
"Oh yeah, Lucien Castle is a real catch. Do you know how many times I've caught him hitting on Alexis? I think you are the jealous one," Rowan retorted with a smirk of her own.
"She's nothing but a common slattern!" Aurora hissed. "Your bones will be dust in the Earth and I will always be beautiful, witch. Think on that."
"Abominations, all of you," Rowan conceded. "Nature's wrath with catch up with you some day. I am sorry that I tried to help a spoiled princess like yourself at all. Next time, I won't, nor will my coven!"
Aurora wanted to crush her throat, after draining her of course, but the Mikaelsons' litany of compulsions prevented her from doing any harm.
"I've heard that for centuries, yet here I stand," Aurora roared. The best she could do was to vamp over and snap the feather duster in half.
"Bitch," Rowan yelped. "I'm going to report you!"
"Do that and it will be the last time you have a tongue, witch," Aurora warned, vamping away. "And you dolt, I am a countess, not a cheap commoner like you. Know the difference."
Rowan watched her vamp away as little feathers floated in the air. She burnt them and small sparks fell to the floor.
***
Boys' Floor
Aurora breathed deeply, trying to contain her vexation at the uppity witch she had just dealt with. As she passed a mirror, she admired the light blush in her checks and patted her hair again. How Sebastian could have rejected her beauty, she did not know. Him and his dead Cassandra. Another bloody witch at that!
Aurora listened, wanting to avoid any of the wolf boys and humans on this floor. She tiptoed to where she thought Sebastian had his cleaning detail. Like her, he had been assigned to clean the bathrooms.
She found him mopping the floor, silently.
"Miss Aurora! You aren't allowed down here," Sebastian exclaimed. He was still wearing a velvet jacket with a lace cravat. Where he got those clothes, she had no idea, but they looked very fetching on the handsome vampire.
"Oh, but I ran out of cleaning powder upstairs. Could you spare some for a lady?" Aurora inquired lightly.
"Ah, I am sure I can find some extra. Do you not have a supply closet on the ladies' floor?" Sebastian asked, putting aside the mop.
"We are out, I'm afraid. Those witches are such pigs, we need double the amount," Aurora fibbed.
Aurora leaned against the doorway with her arms behind her back, sticking out her chest. She wore a tight, low cut burgundy blouse and tight black trousers with boots.
As Sebastian squeezed past her, she stuck the charm in his pocket slyly pretending to wipe off a fuzz.
"Do I make you nervous, sir?" Aurora laughed.
Sebastian looked embarrassed. "No, lady, it's just that..."
"What?" Aurora prodded.
"Nothing. Our closet is just over here," Sebastian said. He felt an odd tingle throughout his body. He looked at Aurora again, she was lovely, he supposed.
Aurora followed him to the closet. As he went to grab the cleaner, she reached over at the same time and their hands brushed against each other. Did he feel that spark?
"I thought you were with Lucien," Sebastian said softly.
"I haven't been with him for decades. We're just...friends, of a sort. Sometimes enemies. But I am looking for new friends. You can't spend you immortal life hankering after your lost Cassandra, now can you?" Aurora said in a husky voice.
"Cassandra...," Sebastian felt confused. He could barely remember her face. Why was he so in love with her? He felt Aurora's small hand on his face. She turned it to hers and kissed him. Her lips tasted like a fine wine. He was swooning. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her again.
"What is the meaning of this?" Professor Vardemus demanded.
"Oh, Professor," Sebastian said lamely. "She needed cleaning powder..."
"I had extras sent up earlier today," Professor said sternly. "Miss de Martel, you have no business being up here. And none of you have any time to be...otherwise engaged. I afraid you need come with me."
Aurora gulped, this wasn't her plan. She didn't even hear the old man coming. He must have masked his footsteps in one of his infamous glamour spells.
"But do not blame the lady, I am afraid I took advantage of her," Sebastian tried. "Punish me. Leave her to her duties."
"You both need a whipping to remind you of your duties. Now, come on, we'll see what the head mistress thinks of your behavior," Professor Vardemus said sternly.
Aurora's eyes teared up. "Have you no heart, Professor. We weren't doing anything. Please, give us another chance."
She gave him her best sad, innocent look. When he turned his back, Aurora's face grew dark and her fangs popped out.
"Please, Aurora, don't make it worse," Sebastian begged. He held out his hand for her to take and she took it. Maybe it was worth it after all.
Emma's Office
Main Floor
Emma Tig, the school counselor and head witch, looked at the report that Will Kinney had given her. Dolly, the head mistress, had left them in charge as she left campus to interview a possible math teacher.
"So this blood bank will play ball?" Emma asked, running her pen down the figures.
"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson suggested that we mix the animal blood with human for the vampires," Will explained. "If we need to protect this place, the animal blood makes them too weak. He also thinks the animal blood only makes them irritable. But as you can see, it won't be cheap."
"In my sessions, I have noticed that irritability, but I attributed it to them being penned up here. I thought that it would be nice to take the students who behaved out to town for an outing, but that got vetoed," Emily said, tossing down the papers. "I know it may not be safe, but the students here are feeling the effects of all this with Hayley also."
Will sat down in the guest chair.
"Yeah, I agree," Will said. "The gumbo nights, movie-thons, and other fun stuff are just not cutting it. The factions are turning against one another. It's witches versus wolves versus vampires times ten, this past week. We need to do something about that, too. They are all students here. How can we unite them? Show them that we are one school."
Emma sipped at her tea and poured Will a cup.
"I wish I know the answer to that," Emma said. "The supernatural schools I've worked at before were just for witches. That also causes issues as it is coven against coven. If there was only a way for the students to unite against our real enemies."
Will sipped the tea and made a face.
Emma laughed, "Sorry, it's a calming brew I made from valerian and kava kava. Here, add some honey."
"Nah, that's okay. I'm more of a bourbon man myself," Will laughed.
"You and Dorian," Emma agreed. "He likes the idea of stepping up defense training. But Hayley didn't want that. She wants the students to feel safe."
"But are we safe?" Will asked. "These angels are something new...It's hard to fight something that you don't know about."
"True," Emma noted. "But I am noticing that some of our students are developing new abilities. Take Pedro, for instance. He's young but I am starting to suspect he might be a siphoner. We haven't located his coven, but it extremely rare for one to reject a child. He reanimated a sick butterfly in the garden the other day. That type of magic is rare. I've never seen it myself in one so young."
"Wow, I didn't know that was a thing. Didn't see that much in the NOLA PD, just a lot of other shit. Pardon my French," Will added. "What about Emily? Anything new with her or Chris?"
"Aiden and Josh took the kids and Henry to the Bayou today. We figured out how to cultivate her mermaid herb, but I haven't seen anything new with her angel abilities. Of course, she is more concerned about her relationship with Henry. First boyfriend and all that," Emma explained. "Dorian has been researching night and day. He has a new shipment of old books coming. That may help. I hope, anyway-."
Emma and Will looked at each other in alarm as two sharp raps hit the door.
"Come in," Emma called, getting up.
Will turned, "Oh, hello, Professor. What do we have here?"
Professor Vardemus swept in with his black cape swirling around him. He tapped his walking stick into the carpet as he spoke.
"I found these two necking in the hallway of the gentleman's floor. I see the head mistress is out. Perhaps you can deal with them?" Professor announced. "If you'll excuse me, I have important work to do."
Still tapping his walking stick, the professor stormed out, leaving an uncomfortable silence.
Emma sat back down, clearing her throat, "Aurora, you know better than that. What were you thinking?"
Aurora had the good grace to look down, mumbling,"Not that we'd get caught. Clearly."
Emma signed and said to Will, "Jack and Ollie went to see Mary in the Bayou also. Could you speak with Sebastian? I shall deal with our Miss de Martel here."
Will looked at Sebastian and indicated that he should head out toward Will's office.
Aurora plopped down in the guest chair.
"Miss Tig, please. We weren't doing anything that naughty. Surely, you can look the other way, we're both adults here."
Emma looked up sternly, reprimanding, "Actually, Aurora, you know that vampires are considered the age from which they were made. That makes you what? 16? Plus, this underhanded behavior is beneath you. Now, tell me the truth. What were you doing with Sebastian?"
"Is this therapy or something new?" Aurora sassed.
Emma's face grew even more serious, her brown eyes assessed the vampire carefully.
"As you very well know, this is discipline. You broke a rule and you are going to face the consequences of it. Now, if you won't fess up, I aim to double your punishment," Emma warned with steel in her voice. She tapped at the computer in front of her and accessed Aurora's discipline file.
"I see this is your third strike. You were warned that the next infraction would be a serious punishment. But I suppose you thought we were playing with you? We are not. We need you all to cooperate, especially right now."
The words proved to have an impact on Aurora and she grew frightened despite her best efforts to play it cool.
Aurora whimpered, "But you're the nice one. What are you going to do? Confine me to the campus, that is rich."
Emma stood up quickly, "No more of that since we are all confined. These days are options are more limited. Stand up. I see I am getting no where with you."
"But where is Miss Cormier? After the last food fight, she's the one who dealt with us," Aurora whined.
Emma went to the cupboard in the corner of the room.
"I am acting head today," Emma stated, with her back to Aurora. "And all of you got off a bit lightly that time with a week of detention. It doesn't have seem to have done the trick, no?"
Aurora moved her head to try to see what Emma was getting. When Emma turned, Aurora gasped to see the rattan school cane in Emma's hand.
"You're going to thrash me?" Aurora asked in surprise.
"Yes, a good caning won't do you any harm I imagine," Emma shared. "And if you are like I was at your age, it might even do you some good. Rules are here for our safety and the good of the school. We aren't running a brothel here, it's a place of learning. I want you to reach your true potential, and for you to stop playing these ridiculous games. Now, take down your trousers and your underpants."
"My undies, too?" Aurora shrieked. This was going to be as bad as the hiding she got at the Mikaelson compound or even her discipline in Hayley's office after her fight with the witches...Aurora paled.
"Aurora, if I have to tell you again, I'm going to apply my slipper to your bare behind after your caning," Emma threatened. "I need to apply the salve. No use caning you just to have you heal a few seconds after..."
"I'd still feel it," Aurora implored. "Plus, that salve bloody burns."
Emma snapped, "That's it. You have just added on to your punishment. Pants down."
Aurora whimpered, "Miss Tigs, this isn't fair. Please!"
Emma walked over and took a slipper out with a flexible rubber sole. Aurora saw it and started to shimmy down her tight slacks. Under it she wore a lacy black thong.
Emma frowned, "I hope you don't wear that under your uniform skirt, young lady."
"I don't. I wear the regulation undergarments as per the rules," Aurora quickly added.
"Pull down that thing, too. Then, bend over the chair, hold on to the seat," Emma ordered. "I shalln't use the salve, then. I have a better idea but I doubt you will like it any better."
It was no accident that these chairs were the perfect height for a teen to bend over. Emma muttered the words to a spell and deactivated Aurora's vampire healing.
Aurora groaned and finally obeyed by pulling down her thong to meet her slacks at her knees. She cast a final glare at Emma and bent over, grabbing the seat of the wooden chair.
"This is ridiculous," Aurora complained.
Emma shook her head at Aurora's cheekiness and decided to try something a bit different. She picked up the slipper and tapped it on Aurora's pale, smooth backside.
Aurora, expecting the stick, looked back in surprise.
"I'm doing you a favor but using the slipper first," Emma confided. "Nothing is worse than the cane first. My spell will stop your healing below the waist for a day or so. Don't stub your toe now. Stay in place and face forward. Any hopping up will cost you extras."
Whack! Whack!
Emma cracked down the slipper once on the center of each cheek. Aurora gripped the chair tighter and tried to stay in place.
Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack!
Aurora wiggled and heaved in a big breath. The sharp slaps were rapidly stinging her bottom and she felt tears soon dripping down her face.
Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack!
Whack! Whack!
After another minute of slippering, Emma rested her arm. She checked Aurora's now reddened seat and patted her bottom.
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but I detest having to do this," Emma said carefully. "We really do care about all of you. I am going to make this a lesson you don't forget."
"You have an odd way of showing your 'caring,'" Aurora snarked.
Emma sighed and picked up the cane. It wasn't heavy and she flexed it a bit.
"Remember, do not move. I'm giving you six," Emma announced. She tapped both cheeks in warning before drawing back the cane. Emma couldn't help remembering all the times she was on the other end of the lashing.
Swish!
Aurora braced herself and soon felt a sharp cut. It was soon accompanied by a duller, deeper muscle ache. Before she could recover, she got the second blow, lower on her bottom.
Swish!
"Owwww," Aurora blurted out. "Dammit."
"Watch yourself, young lady," Emma warned, tapping Aurora's bottom with the stick. She saw a thin red welt forming on Aurora's pink behind.
Swish!
Aurora's eyes widened at the intense pain, and she let out a sob. Each fiery stripe soon died to a warm blaze. But then she got the forth whack right on the crease of her backside.
Swish!
"Blast it," Aurora wailed, wiggling and moving her feet.
"Two more," Emma said. "Feet down. Almost done here."
She was using her wrist, more than her arm, to flick Aurora's rump.
Swish!
Aurora kicked up her foot as the last whack hit the top of her thighs. Emma examined the neat lines and prepared herself to administer the last one.
Crack!
Emma swished the cane down right on Aurora's sit spots. She wanted her to feel this and reflect on her behavior when she sat. It crossed her mind to assign some lines, but she figured the girl ought to complete her chores first.
Aurora kicked up her feet and wailed as the last impact met.
"There," Emma said, putting down the cane. "All finished. You can get up when you are ready."
Emma turned to give her some privacy while she put back the cane and slipper. She grabbed her tissue box and came back over where Aurora was trying to stomp out the sting.
Emma handed her the tissues and stood as Aurora tried to clean her face after a moment.
"T-thanks," Aurora muttered.
"You are welcome. You can replace your clothes," Emma informed her. "Now, how about you get back to your cleaning and we'll talk later. Not a former therapy session, just a chat."
"I've had about e-enough c-chats today," Aurora sniffed.
"Your choices are to come to my office and sit down and write lines or we can talk about what you are up to. Your choice," Emma said kindly.
"Fine. I'll come, but I a-am not h-happy about it," Aurora whined.
Emma smiled and watched as Aurora pulled up her underwear and tight slacks gingerly.
"You don't have to be," Emma said. "Come here." She impulsively opened her arms and Aurora came in for an embrace, a little reluctantly at first.
Emma stroked her hair.
"Do I have to go clean more? My bottom is burning something awful," Aurora complained, reaching back for a quick rub.
Emma gave her a firm back.
"Yes, my dear," Emma indicated. "I promised Dorian I'll help him with the new shipment. I should probably check on Will and Sebastian, too."
"Oh, Sebastian, I hope he didn't get thrashed as badly as I did," Aurora exclaimed.
"Well, this isn't his first offense either. He will be fine. Now, run along," Emma said, giving Aurora a small pat on her bottom.
"Ouch," Aurora whined. "So after supper then?"
"Yes, that would work," Emma said.
Aurora nodded and blew her nose again. She hoped it wasn't obvious that she had been spanked. The other girls would no doubt say something...She hurried along and thought again about Sebastian. Surely, he fared better than she did...