I definitely hear y'all's pleas for less spanking but I'm gonna be honest, that's probably not going to happen lol. There will definitely be less spanking than there was on the Hunting Trip (that was a special occasion) but I am here for the corporal punishment so, in order for me to get the motivation to write this, I need the cp (I've said it before, if I could logically put a spanking in every chapter, I would). BUT, I will also give you more cute and meaningful family moments (especially between Elijah/Izzy and Freya/Kol since I've received a lot of comments asking for them)
Chapter 86
Klaus leaned against the fireplace mantle in the parlor, eyeing Marcel with a face of stone. "You're still under my compulsion?" His voice lilted at the end, letting Marcel know it was a question rather than a statement.
Gritting his teeth, attempting to silence himself from answering, Marcel said, "Looks like it. When is this going to wear off?"
Klaus sighed, taking slow steps over to his son. "Around midnight, I suppose. Long enough for me to instill a few more lessons in you." He stopped a few inches away from Marce, staring his petulant son in the eyes as he said, "What did I promise you would happen if you let that girl's attitude get out of control?"
Marcel's fists clenched at his sides, hating himself for answering, "You'd...give me the thrashing you think she deserves."
Klaus cocked an eyebrow at the subtle change of phrase. "The thrashing I think she deserves? Care to explain?"
Marcel's fists softened as he realized his father was listening to him. "She's angry, Klaus. And I get it. I've never been in her position but...I can imagine. It can't be easy. She's trying to piece it all together and she's still a teenager and, as you say, they're emotional."
"So you think the little witch just deserves a stern talking to?"
"I think she deserves to be listened to," Marcel bit, irritated with Klaus's mocking.
Klaus threw his hand up as he turned back to the fireplace, this time marching over to his chair. "Fine. I'll give you a year. Get the witch under control or else."
"Or else what, Klaus?"
Klaus sat back in his chair, his glare unwavering as he met Marcel's eyes. "Must you make me say it? It should be fairly obvious by now."
Marcel's fangs shot out as he let out a threatening growl. "You will not touch her, Klaus."
"I've already promised I wouldn't. But, in a year's time, she will be ready to set off to college. If you have her under your control by then, whenever she feels ready, she may return home to be with her family. But, should she stray even further from the flock, she will not be welcomed back into this home, Marcellus. I have a family to think about. I cannot have a witch as powerful as a harvest girl with such capricious loyalty roaming my halls."
"If she isn't welcomed here then neither am I!"
"You can scream that until your voice gives out." Klaus rested his chin against his knuckles as he stared firmly into Marcel's eyes. "But we both know I am not letting you turn your back on this family again."
Furious at having his threat so casually dismissed, Marcel kicked the coffee table in front of him with enough power to send it flying into the fireplace, shattering into a thousand pieces. Klaus didn't flinch as the table went soaring past him.
"Perhaps you should go back to bed, Marcellus. I do believe the exhaust of such a long night is starting to catch up with you."
Marcel spun on his heels towards the door. "I'm not tired."
He jumped as he pulled himself to a sudden halt, stopping himself before he collided with Klaus.
"Get some rest," Klaus said with a deathly calmness as if he hadn't just sped from his chair to the doorway faster than Marcel could blink. "Or I will take you back to your room myself. Everyone in this household now knows how you are punished so I won't even bother asking Freya for one of her silencing spells before I tuck you in."
Marcel's face turned beet red, Klaus's unspoken threat was clear as day.
He shoved past Klaus without another word but Klaus knew by the shame on his son's face that he would obey and nothing else needed to be said.
Marcel slammed the parlor door behind him as he left but as he turned to march towards the hall, he paused.
Davina stood at the end of the hall, breathless, her eyes wide with fear and then softening with relief as he saw Marcel.
"I...I heard a loud noise," she muttered, attempting to hide her worry. "I...Are you okay?"
Marcel couldn't help but smirk at her overprotectiveness. "Yeah, I'm fine." He eyed the parlor door as he moved away from it, wondering if Klaus would come out and order him to his room again. Listening in to the parlor, he heard Klaus grumbling as he preceded to clean up the mess of broken coffee table shards Marcel left behind. "Are you okay?"
Davina crossed her arms over her chest, quickly hiding her worry behind feigned anger, "Of course I am. I'm not the one who's letting Klaus Mikaelson...treat me like a child."
"No." Marcel released a heavy sigh. "But you are the one who is very close to finding herself in that position with me."
Davina's eyes widened, her arms relaxing at her side. "Do you really think I'd let you...punish me after finding out you submit to Niklaus of all people?"
"You don't have to let me do anything, D, but there is only so much attitude I can take to the chin. If you want to talk, let's go to your room and talk. If you want to throw a tantrum about something you can't control, we can handle that accordingly too."
Davina's cheeks puffed with frustration at Marcel's threat. Then, turning her back on him, she said, "Fine, we can talk. But I doubt there's anything you can say to make me hate Klaus any less."
Following behind Davina on their way to her room, Marcel said, "I'm not foolish enough to think I could ever change your mind about anything, D."
-M-
Izzy didn't argue with Elijah and Hayley when they told her she had to help clear the table since she was on punishment and Oliver excitedly asked to join, mistakingly assuming washing dishes would be a lot more fun than it was. Rebekah stayed behind to supervise little Oliver as he helped Izzy sort all of the plates and silverware in the dishwasher and made sure the boy was extra careful so as not to break any of the glass plates in his excitement.
The Mikaelsons had more dirty dishes to clean after one meal than Izzy ever remembered having in their entire house when she lived with her mom. Normally the servants cleaned them but every so often Elijah insisted the children helped him wash them in order to teach them a little bit of responsibility. Standing beside the girl now, watching as she so dextrously handled his precious porcelain plates, he wondered if he should make doing the dishes Izzy's weekend chore. He hadn't given the girl any chores yet as he wasn't sure how long the two of them would be with them but now that he was sure they were permanent affixes to their family, he wanted to start adding a bit more normalcy into their lives.
Elijah had already started handwashing the larger dishware in the sink when they finished and he gave Izzy and Oliver both a towel to start dry.
"Izzy," started Elijah. "I noticed we were low on a few household items while cooking breakfast. I'm on my way to run a few errands and restock the pantry if you'd like to accompany me."
Izzy's eyes widened with surprise as she passed a dry pan over to Rebekah to put away. "I thought...I couldn't leave the house because of ...well...you know." She shrugged, attempting to not reveal her punishment in front of Rebekah.
Elijah, on the other hand, didn't care if Rebekah or anyone else knew. "You're allowed to go out supervised while grounded. So long as no entertainment is had."
"And trust me," Rebekah added with a smile as she preceded to take the pancake spatula from Oliver. "No entertainment will be had if my big brother has anything to do with it."
Elijah quirked an eyebrow at his sister's taunts but decided not to respond because he knew, as everyone in the dining room at that moment knew, she was right.
"Fine," Izzy shrugged. "Sounds boring but whatever."
The corner of Elijah's mouth curved slightly upward, a bit entertained by the girl's sass but hoping to not encourage it.
"I wanna go too!" Oliver bounced on the balls of his feet so they would look down and see him.
Elijah lifted his eyebrows with uncertainty, unsure if he had the temperament to deal with a rambunctious toddler so early in the morning.
Rebekah paused on her way to the kitchen sink, turning back to Oliver and saying, "No, sweetie, maybe it's best if you stay here with mummy and daddy. We'll go out later after lunch."
Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and whined as tears ran down his cheeks. It was bad enough that he couldn't go to school with Izzy but now he couldn't even go to the store with her. It was too much.
"I wanna go with Izzy!" He screamed, his bare feet slapping against the cold kitchen tile.
Rebekah hurried back to the boy, lifting him in her arms and holding him tightly against her chest as she rocked him. He calmed a bit in her arms but his intense glower at Elijah told the man that he wouldn't be happy unless he was allowed to go with them.
"He may come," Elijah relented. "However," Staring daggers at the boy, he added, "I expect you to be on your best behavior while we're out."
Oliver wiggled excitedly out of Rebekah's arms with a broad smile and dozen promises to behave.
As the boy dashed out of the dining room to go get his shoes, Rebekah turned to Elijah and said, "If he starts to misbehave, call me and I'll come and pick him up from wherever you are."
"You cannot protect him from consequences forever, Rebekah."
"He's just a little boy."
"A little boy who understands quite well what 'no' means and needs to learn to accept it while he's still young before he grows into a man that refuses to accept it for an answer as well."
Rebekah's nose flared with anger at Elijah's logic. In a thousand years, she'd met ten thousand men who refused to accept no for an answer and although she was always able to take care of herself, not everyone was an Original and she'd seen horrible things happen because of such entitlement.
"Fine," she bit. "But...be gentle. He's just a little boy." She hated passing the responsibility of being the disciplinarian on to her brother but she knew no one better suited for the job.
Oliver ran back downstairs just as they'd finished the last of the dishes, his new sneakers on the wrong feet as he stood in front of Elijah with excitement in his eyes.
Elijah glared at Rebekah as she laughed at the sight.
"Come here, sweetie," she chuckled, patting the seat of one of the dining chairs. "Let mummy fix your shoes."
Oliver hurried to the chair.
As she took off his sneakers, Rebekah said, "Okay, sweetie, you're going on a big boy outing with Uncle Elijah so you have to behave like a big boy."
"Okay, mommy."
Rebekah smiled back at Elijah with pride, sure Oliver would live up to his end of the bargain. Elijah was not as confident.
-M-
Kol paced the hall outside Davina's bedroom, waiting anxiously for it to open. He'd accidentally walked in on her and Marcel having a very intense conversation after breakfast and he saw himself out before Marcel could open his mouth to tell him he was interrupting. Davina's bright red face and inability to look him in the eyes told him they were talking about something he didn't want to hear so he did his best to block out the sound of their muffled voices coming through the door as he paced.
"Kol?" The sound of Freya's voice brought Kol's attention to the end of the hall. His eldest sister stood in the doorway of her workshop, an eyebrow cocked in confusion by his pacing. "What are you doing?"
A bit embarrassed at being caught, he replied, "Um, just...waiting."
"For...?"
He pointed back at Davina's door. "She's in there with Marcel right now. Seems a bit serious so I'm waiting for them to finish."
Freya nodded her understanding. Then, opening her door wider, she said, "Do you want to come in? I'm cleaning the workshop right now and I could use some help."
Kol sneered at the question. "I don't 'clean', sister. Have Finn help you. I'm sure the vacuous dullard would love to do nothing more than suck up dust all day."
"I thought this weekend was supposed to bring you all closer together."
Kol crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall across from Davina's bedroom. The weekend may have helped him realize logically that he didn't still hate Finn, but he wasn't ready to forgive him yet or pretend as if nothing had ever happened between them.
Freya called his name again, this time sharper and more demanding. Kol rolled his eyes as he looked back at her. Her eyes were as sharp and no-nonsense as his older brothers. "I'm not leaving you out here alone. Come help me clean."
"I said I don't want to."
With a snap of her finger, Freya sent Kol jolting forward, his bottom ablaze.
"I didn't ask if you wanted to," she stated firmly. "Come."
A tight pout on his face, Kol reluctantly marched over to her studio, gently rubbing the magical sting from his bottom with every step.
He was surprised to see Finn snoozing in a tight bundle on Freya's sofa.
"Why doesn't he have to help clean?"
"Because he's exhausted," she answered plainly as she walked over to the feather duster on her table and handed it out to Kol. "You all had a very long night so I encouraged him to go to take a nap and refresh himself before he got himself into trouble."
Kol looked at Finn again, this time noticing that his brother was lying on his stomach and there were dry tear streaks on his face indicating that the nap wasn't entirely willing on his part. He smirked at the thought, wondering if Finn had thrown a tantrum after breakfast and forced their sister to put him over her knee.
"Kol," Freya started warningly, reading Kol mind through his facial expressions alone.
He couldn't force the smile off of his face as he took the feather duster from her and said, "Fine, where do you want me to start?"
-M-
Oliver sat in the basket looking animatedly at a grocery stocker unloading a box of expensive olive oils while Elijah mused over a variety of flours that, to Izzy, all looked exactly the same.
They'd been to three stores so far. Izzy was sure Elijah had bought enough food to last a month but with all the mouths the Mikaelsons had to feed, including Hayley and Hope's werewolf appetites, she was sure it all wouldn't last the week.
"God, your sister was right," Izzy groaned. "You know exactly how to make shopping tortuous."
Elijah chuckled at her joke. "We're almost done. Just one more stop after this. I have to pick up some short ribs from the butcher. I was thinking we could have a bolognese for dinner."
Izzy's face scrunched in confusion. "You're gonna turn perfectly good ribs into bologna?"
Elijah turned to her with disgust written clearly on his face. "Bolognese," he enunciated each syllable. "Dear Izzy. Not bologna. It's a type of pasta."
Her eyes lit with satisfaction. "Now you're talking. We love pasta, don't we Ollie."
Elijah and Izzy turned their attention to Oliver just in time to see the boy leaning over in the basket, stretching his arm out to grab one of the fancy bottles of olive oil why the stocker's back was turned.
Oliver's fingers barely grazed one of the bottles but it was enough to pull it forward. He reached for it again as it rested precariously close to the edge of the shelf. Izzy called his name before he could grab it but his hand fumbled close enough to pull it from the shelf. He closed his eyes, waiting for the sound of glass shattering against the hard floor but it never came.
He opened his eyes to see Elijah setting the bottle back on the shelf with the grace of a man who hadn't just vamped from six feet away.
"Oliver!" Izzy bit. "You know you're not supposed to touch anything!"
The boy tucked his chin in shame. "S-sorry."
"It's alright," Elijah interrupted before the girl could scold the child anymore. "Nothing was damaged." Then, tapping a finger beneath Oliver's chin, lifting the boy's head so that he was looking him in the eyes, Elijah said, "But we will keep our hands in the basket from now on, won't we?"
Oliver groaned. "But...I don't wanna be in the basket no more. I wanna walk."
Elijah contemplated the boy's request for a moment in silence. He was certain that if he let him out, he'd have to watch Oliver the entire time to make sure he didn't break anything but if he didn't let him out, he was also sure the boy would have a tantrum and that would be worse.
With a sigh, Elijah lifted the boy from the basket and sat him on the floor beside him. Taking Oliver's hand in his, he said, "Stay next to me. Wander off and I will smack your bottom right where you are."
Izzy and Oliver both stared in surprise that Elijah would make such a threat in front of the stock-boy.
"Nuh-uh," Oliver objected to Elijah's surprise. "No, you won't."
Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Elijah said, "And why won't I?"
"Because..." Oliver looked at Elijah from head to toe and said, "You're fancy. Fancy men don't...smack bottoms."
Elijah knelt down to the boy's level and said very sternly, "They most certainly do. You will stay by my side and you will not touch anything else without permission. If you do, I will smack your bottom. Do you understand me, Oliver?"
The boy pouted, frustrated that he wasn't allowed to touch anything else when that was the purpose of getting out of the basket in the first place.
"Oliver," Elijah's voice lilted warningly.
"Okay," Oliver finally groaned. "I won't touch nothing."
"Good boy." Elijah stood, grabbing the boy's hand as he walked back over to the flours. "Can I trust you to keep up with the basket, Izzy?"
"Of course," Izzy shrugged, her face still burning with the embarrassment of Elijah talking about spanking Oliver in front of the stock boy.
Oliver stayed by Elijah's side as they traveled through the next few aisles but then, as they made it to the last aisle where the bakery waited, the boy saw a wall full of imported chocolates and his mouth began to water.
"Look," he pointed towards the candy. "Can we get candy?"
Elijah scowled at the wall of decadent chocolates. "No, it will spoil your appetite."
"No it won't," he whined.
Elijah's hand tightened around Oliver's in a silent warning. "I said 'no', Oliver. Now stop asking or you won't have dessert tonight."
Oliver folded his free arm over his chest with a pout. He was just about to throw a tantrum when he saw Izzy standing over by the chocolates, a finger over her lips as she urged the boy to stay quiet.
Oliver looked up to Elijah and saw the man was too focused on picking out the freshest loaf of bread to notice Izzy sliding two bars of milk chocolate in her pocket.
Izzy looked over her shoulder half a dozen times to make sure no one saw her pocket the candy as she made her way over to Oliver. She didn't think it was fair that her brother couldn't have candy. The Mikaelsons had already taken fast food out of their diets, the least they could do was let Oliver have a bit of candy when he wanted it. She considered buying the candy with her own money, the Mikaelsons never objected to her buying candy or fast food with her own money, but she knew she wouldn't be allowed to give any to Oliver. Besides, it wasn't like she had much money to work with - she wasn't Hope, after all, with wads of daddy's money weighing down her pockets - and the stupid imported candy bars were more expensive than any candy should be. So it was easier to just steal it and sneak her brother a few pieces so Elijah would never know.
Oliver stayed silent for the rest of the time in the store and helped Elijah and Izzy carry the bags to the car like the big boy he was. Then, while Elijah put the bags away in the trunk and Izzy helped Oliver buckle up in his booster seat, she slipped him one of the candy bars and said, "Don't eat it until we get back to our room, okay?"
The boy bounced with excitement as he slid the candy into his pocket and nodded his agreement.
-M-
Marcel stood in silence in front of Davina as sat on the edge of her bed attempting to come to terms with what she'd just been told. Marcel told her everything he knew about the way things have been run in their family for a thousand years. She was shocked to find out Kol seemed to be spanked more than any of them but she wasn't surprised. With what she knew about his relationship with his siblings, she knew if they were going to take their time beating on anyone it would be him.
"So...in the 1800s," she started softly. "Klaus and Elijah...they didn't..."
"No," he answered her unasked question. "My life before and after meeting Klaus was completely different. They never beat me or anything so you can stop worrying about that. Any spankings I got from Klaus and Elijah back then were...admittedly justified and done with care and kindness." He cupped her cheek in his hand and she turned watery eyes up to her. "I'm not here because of some kind of Stockholm Syndrome. I'm here...because I love my family, D. I love you. And I want you to feel comfortable here. If this isn't the sort of lifestyle you feel comfortable existing in, I'll understand. I'll set you up in your own place and I'll always be there if you need me. Always."
Her lingering silence worried him. He released her face and paced over to the dresser, not sure what was going through her mind at the moment.
"Klaus...killed my best friend," she muttered. "And Elijah killed Theirry. And YOU. And they all played a part in killing me."
"D," he sighed, walking back over to her.
"But...I've been here for a few weeks now and...they all do seem like they've changed. I haven't seen Klaus rage murder anyone since I've been here so...hats off to baby steps I guess. But, I'm still not ready to be all 'Grandpa Klaus' with him, if I'll ever be ready."
"You don't ever have to befriend Klaus." He stood in front of her, looming like the protective rock she knew him as all those years ago. "But if you're going to be a part of this family, you will disobey or disrespect me again. Are we clear?"
Her lips scrunched into a tight pout. Marcel was one of the few people on Earth that he felt completely safe around. As much as she hated the thought of being in the same family as Klaus Mikaelson, she knew that Marcel would keep her safe or die trying. But pride made her hesitant to agree.
Then she thought about Hope and Izzy and little Oliver and how much she'd grown to think of them as family since returning. Her love for the three of them, Marcle, and Kol made the idea of spending a lifetime with Klaus a bit more bearable.
"I'm eighteen," she grumbled. "I should be able to make my own decisions."
"We can discuss things and come to a decision together," Marcel said as if he what he considered a reasonable compromise. "But ultimately, it is my job to keep you safe so if I think whatever you want to do will in any way put you or anyone else in this family in harm's way, we will defer to my judgment. Even if you don't agree."
"That's not fair," she said through her teeth, anger flaring her nose.
Marcel was unfazed by her anger. He expected her to be angry about it, he was angry about it when Klaus first explained the rules to him. But he got over it and he knew, with time, so would she.
He leaned down to place a kiss between her furious brows, causing them to relax a bit as he pulled away. As angry as she was, the unexpected loving gesture threw her off. She was expected him to return her anger in kind so she could have a reason to scream and yell but he remained calm in spite of it all.
"I know," Marcel sighed. "But it's for your own good. What you have to understand is that there is no going back once you become a Mikaelson. We are always and forever, do you understand me? I know that...it can be tough sometimes, feeling like you have no control over your own life but you have to accept that whatever choices we make as a family, we make them for the benefit of the family as a whole. And whatever choices I decide for you, I'm doing with your best interest in mind."
Folding pulling her legs onto the bed beneath her, she groaned and said, "Why does it have to be spankings?"
"Because," he cupped her chin again, lifting her eyes up to his. "They're an intimate show of force. To remind you of who is in charge." He paused, his eyes intense as he watched her squirm at the memory of the last time she was over his lap. "While also reminding you that you are cared for."
"I am not letting Klaus Mikaelson spank me," she bit.
"Klaus will never spank you. We've already discussed it." Releasing her face, he crossed his arms firmly over his chest. "I'm the only one here that you have to answer to."
Rolling her eyes, she said, "You're going to make me go to Klaus's boarding school for 'supernatural children he wants to keep tabs on', aren't you?"
Marcel couldn't help but chuckle at the spite in her voice. "Think of it this way: You're going to have an entire bridge between you and Klaus. Plus," he sighed and rolled his eyes as he contemplated saying the next part. "I will make sure you have a room in the teacher's dormitory so you can Kol can have the occasional...book club meeting."
She laughed at his inability to admit that she and Kol did a bit more than study books when they were alone.
"Fine. And I will try to resist the urge to turn Klaus inside out if I even see him look at you the wrong way."
Marcel sighed. "He's my father, D."
"And you're mine," she stated firmly. Marcel could tell by the fierceness of her eyes that she was absolutely serious. "You protect your dad and I'll protect mine."
Marcel closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You shouldn't have to feel like you need to protect me from Klaus. I'm sorry that you ever felt that. It should've never been that way. The century I spent away from my family...it changed some things between us but now things are getting back to normal."
"Normal?"
He smirked. "Normal for Mikaelsons. When I was growing up, Klaus, Elijah, Rebekah, and Kol disagreed a lot. But it never got as bad as things got 12 years ago. If they couldn't find common ground, Elijah took over and made the decisions for everyone, sometimes even to his own detriment. Because that's how serious he is about keeping this family together." He cupped her chin and brushed his thumb against her cheek. "You have to trust me to make the sacrifices necessary to keep you safe just like I trust Klaus and he trusts Elijah."
Her lips pursed into a tight pout as she stared in his eyes. She didn't want to trust Klaus or Elijah. But she trusted Marcel. She trusted him implicitly. But if she was going to live in a world where she had to call Klaus Mikaelson family, she was going to get back at him for everything he'd done to her first.
"Okay," she said, her face suddenly amiable. "Klaus is your dad and you don't want me to turn him inside out. I promise...I will resist the urge as best I can."
He tutted at her sass but he was sure he could trust her to keep her word.
His eyes drifted over to the clock on her nightstand. They'd been talking for over an hour. Now that he'd cleared everything up with Davina, the weight of the night before dropped on him like a pile of bricks.
"I'm gonna go catch a few hours of sleep." He kissed her forehead. "Stay out of trouble."
"I'll try," she smiled as he left the room.
Marcel stretched his arms over his head with a yawn as he walked down to his bedroom. His eyes were closed as he pushed the door open, hoping to drag his feet over to his bed and relax into a three-hour nap but the moment he stepped into his room, he felt the presence of another.
His eyes shot open to see Klaus relaxing against his dresser with a book in hand.
"Finally decided to make an appearance to the place you were supposed to be all along," said Klaus, closing the book in his hands.
Marcel relaxed his hands to his sides, fighting the urge to cover his behind.
"You were with Davina?" Klaus's question came out as more of a statement as if he knew the answer already.
"Yeah," Marcel answered anyway. "She...needed to talk. About...everything."
"And?"
"And I'm pretty sure she still thinks you're the devil incarnate," he stated matter-of-factly. "But she understands the dynamics of our family a little better now."
"Good." Klaus pushed himself off of the dresser and nodded towards the bed.
Marcel let out a soft groan as he closed the door all the way and marched solemnly towards the bed. He'd hoped to get back to his room before Klaus found out he'd disobeyed him but he didn't expect the talk with Davina to take so long. Still, whatever Klaus did to him would be worth it if it meant he could take a moment to make Davina feel safer in her new family.
"In bed," Klaus quickly corrected as he watched his son begin to position himself over the side of the bed as if ready for a thrashing.
Marcel blushed as he stood straight, a bit confounded but grateful that he wasn't going to be punished for disobeying his father.
He quickly stripped down to his boxers before slipping under his blanket, his eyes heavy after spending so many hours awake. He watched with droopy eyes as Klaus came over and sat on the edge of his bed, placing his hand gently against Marcel's cheek.
"Things are getting complicated in this family and we are all having to learn new ways of navigating the changing dynamics. But I want to reassure you on two things, Marcellus. One is that I will always be your poppa and it does not matter how many centuries go by, I will always treat you as such."
Klaus moved his hand from Marcel's cheek down to the side of his thigh, landing a firm yet soft smack against it. The smack was further cushioned by the blanket but Marcel still could not help but squirm at it.
"Second, I want you to know that Davina and Oliver...and whatever other willful orphans you find over the years, come first. Being a parent is hard and requires a lot of sacrifices." Klaus landed another smack against Marcel's thigh, this one a bit harder and Marcel couldn't help but scoot closer to the edge of the bed with Klaus and away from the offending hand. "I am not a kind and understanding man to anyone. But you and Hope are the exception. You have always been the exception. And Davina and Oliver are an extension of you...so I will make them the exception too."
"Does that mean you're going to stop threatening to hurt Oliver if he grows up and betrays this family for any reason?"
Klaus looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. "No...I'm sure I will still most certainly hurt him."
"Klaus-"
A sharp smack across his thigh silenced Marcel immediately.
Turning his gaze back down to his son, Klaus continued, "Properly, of course. In the way all wayward Mikaelsons are hurt."
Marcel squirmed further away from Klaus's hand, the side of his thigh actually starting to sting after that last smack.
"But not Davina," Marcel stated sternly, the ache of his side still not quelling the defiance within him.
Klaus nodded. "Not Davina. I expect you to keep a handle on her. I know that you won't abandon her and I won't abandon you so do whatever you can to keep her under control, Marcellus. Do you understand me?"
The anxiety keeping Marcel's eyes open slowly faded as he nodded his agreement.
"Good."
Marcel's eyes opened as Klaus's powerful hand suddenly rocked him from his back to his side so that he had an unobstructed view of his behind before landing two sharp smacks against his exposed backside. An audible whimper escaped his throat at the first smack but Klaus kept him in place with his other hand as he tried to roll back onto his back to avoid the second.
"I will be back in a few hours to wake you for lunch," Klaus stated plainly. "I expect you to be here when I do."
"Okay," Marcel whined, biting his lip as the pain of the spanking settled against his bottom.
Klaus leaned forward and gave Marcel's temple a kiss as he stood. "I love you, sweetheart."
Marcel's pushed his scarlet face into his pillow, thoroughly embarrassed by the smacking, the kiss, and the confession of love but also feeling an overwhelming sense of security that was more potent than the best blood in the world.
So sorry, not edited. I wanted to make this chapter longer but if I did it probably would've been a whole month before I posted it. More Freya/Kol in the next chapter.
