Warning: Spanking of a Minor
Chapter 89
Izzy stared down at the silver bracelet around her wrist in confusion. "So...this is going to help me control my magic?"
"No," Freya answered, leaning casually back against her desk. "It's going to prevent you from using magic altogether."
Izzy looked anxiously at Elijah and Hayley standing behind her.
"It's only temporary," Hayley answered the girl's unasked question. "Until we are sure you have better control of your magic. We don't want to risk you accidentally...activating your curse.
Izzy's eyes drifted down to the bracelet. She gave it a small tug, hoping it would slide back down her hand but it didn't budge as if something was pulling against her.
"It's spelled to stay on," said Freya, noticing the girl anxiously pulling at the bracelet. "Only people with magic can take it off."
Staring desperately into Elijah's eyes, Izzy said, "I'm sorry that I broke the case at the art shop. I'll work harder to keep my magic from getting out of control again. Please give me my magic back."
Elijah brushed his thumb gently against the girl's cheek, relaxing her tense jaw with his touch. "This isn't a punishment. This is for your own safety."
"My magic keeps me safe," she bit. "I can't protect myself or Oliver without it."
"We will keep you safe," he responded with as much bite in his voice. "If you have a problem, come to us and we will handle it."
"This isn't fair!" She pulled at the bracelet one last desperate time. "You don't have the right to take my magic from me."
The rise of the girl's temper made the palm of Elijah's hand itch but he didn't act on it.
"This isn't permanent," Hayley calmly interjected, hoping to reason with the girl before Elijah took matters into his own hands. "Vincent knows how to release the spell suppressing your magic and he will release it during your lessons so you can train. And he will inform your teachers when school starts and they will-"
"When school starts?" Izzy's temper grew from a wave of simmering anger to a boiling rage in an instant. "How long do I have to wear this damn thing."
"As long as we say you have to," Elijah stated plainly. Then, to only Izzy's surprise, he grabbed the girl's arm and turned her to the side, landing a firm smack to her bottom that silenced her immediately. "This temper of yours is exactly the reason we feel we must do this." Another smack knocked the shock out of Izzy and she reached her hand back to cover her bottom from his spanks but as she covered her bottom, Elijah reached down to her thighs, lacing the top of her thighs with two sharp smacks before the girl could move her hand down to stop him. "You do not swear at Hayley or any other adult in this house, is that clear?"
"No!" she bit, her face burning hotter than her bottom. "This isn't fair! You can't take my magic, you Mikaelson bastard!"
Elijah paused mid-swat. He couldn't believe his ears. Turning the girl to face him, he glared down into her stubborn, watery eyes.
Pulling her arm out of Elijah's hold, Izzy held her wrist up to his eyesight and demanded, "Take this damn bracelet off of me now or I swear to God I'll walk right out of this goddamn place and never come back!"
Elijah looked to Hayley and Freya to see them both in a state of disbelief as serious as his.
He did not linger in his exasperation for long as he dipped down to Izzy's waist and lifted the girl onto his shoulder, clasping her kicking legs with one arm as he carried her out of the room like a sack of potatoes.
"Let go of me, Elijah!" Izzy screamed as she slammed her fists against Elijah's rock-hard back. "You damn Mikaelsons think you can control everything! You can't take my magic without my permission! The covens were right! I should've never trusted a damn vampire!"
Elijah ignored the girl's swearing and screaming as he carried her through the halls and to her room. He pulled out the desk chair and moved the girl from over his shoulder to over his lap in one swift move.
Izzy was stunned silent for only a moment before Elijah's steely hand slammed against her upturned bottom. A soft yelp escaped her mouth and she bit her lip to stop any more as Elijah rained down a series of smacks.
"I have had enough of your foul attitude," he bit with the indignation of a man who was used to being respected. "You are a 16-year-old girl and whether you respect my claim as your father, we are still your guardians and you will show us respect or this is where you will find yourself every time."
She released her lip to scream about how the unfairness of it all again when Elijah laid another half dozen smacks across her upper thighs. Prepared for a fight, he grabbed her arm before she could try to cover her bottom this time and pinned it against her back as the spanking continued. He alternated from cheek to cheek, from thigh to thigh, for almost a full minute before the girl finally broke into tears.
"Okay!" she screamed. "I'm sorry! St-stop! P-please!"
Motivated by her tears, Elijah finally paused, resting his hand against the girl's hip as he released her restrained arm. She covered her tearful face from the room in the crook of her elbow, ashamed of being brought to such heartfelt tears.
He waited as she got her sniffling under control before he spoke again.
"I am very disappointed in you, Isabel. I understand that you are upset but you do not ever speak to me like that."
Choking on the sobs fighting to escape her chest, Izzy said, "I-It's not fair. I want my magic."
"We will remove the bracelet when you've learned control."
Against her instincts of self-preservation, Izzy slammed her fist against Elijah's thigh. "I'm not a child! You don't have the right to decide what I can do with MY body!"
She'd prepared to go on a tirade about her rights when Elijah lifted her hips with one hand and began unbuttoning her jeans with the other. Her eyes widened with shock as he swiftly exposed her darkening cheeks. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Hayley standing in the doorway for the first time, the Alpha wolf watching the scene with her arms folded tightly over her chest as she glared down at the girl.
"You are most certainly a child," Elijah said as he repositioned the girl on his lap. "And let me show you exactly what we do to unreasonable children with bad attitudes in this household."
Izzy twisted her hips to the side as Elijah landed the first smack against her bare behind but it didn't matter how much she twisted and wriggled, the Original had her waisted clasped firmly with his free hand and she couldn't get more than a few centimeters away from him before he pulled her back into place.
"Let me go!" she whined as a sob fought to break from her throat. As the swats continued raining down, her gruff tone broke softly. "P-please, Elijah. I-I'm sorry."
Elijah landed one more smack against the roundest part of her cheeks before pausing again, giving the girl a moment to catch her breath as he waited.
"Do you have any idea how worried we were today?"
The question surprised her. She was sure he was still mad about her swearing at him but Elijah's focus had moved elsewhere. She pushed her against Elijah's pants leg, soaking his expensive Italian pants with her tears.
"I..." her voice fell softly, almost as if she was afraid to speak the truth out loud. "I...didn't want to bring my problems back here."
Elijah landed another heavy-handed smack against her bottom, knocking another sob out of her as he did. "We are your family. Your problems are ours. You come to me whenever you face an issue you can't handle on your own and I will fix it, do you understand me?"
"But I'm always a problem," she sobbed. "Always. I-I can't control my anger or my magic and I always...fuck up because of it."
"That is what we are for."
Izzy's heavy sobs eased to hitched sniffles as Elijah ran his hand through her soft hair, massaging her scalp as she cried herself out.
"I took a position at Caroline's school," he finally announced to her. "I will be there every day. If you ever feel like you're losing control of things, come find me. I will help calm you down."
Her shoulders tensed at the thought. "Y-you're just gonna spank the shit out of me again."
She yelped after each new smack Elijah landed on her bright red bottom.
"I will use whatever methods necessary to calm you down. And you will watch your mouth around me and any other adult, is that clear?"
Izzy nodded against Elijah's pants leg. "I'm sorry," she muttered lowly. "Please...don't take my magic. I know I said I hated being a witch but...it's only thing I know how to be."
Elijah slid Izzy's underwear back over her bottom before sitting her up in his lap, pulling her close to his chest as she cried.
"You're still a witch," he whispered against the top of her hair. "You're a Hybrid. Controlling the power of both sides of you will be hard, so we have to be sure that you have control over at least one of them before we have to face the ramification of the other. Once Vincent thinks you can handle magic without his assistance, we will take the bracelet off."
"This isn't fair," she continued, staring ruefully down at the silver shackle on her wrist. "Hope's a Tribrid and she doesn't have to wear one of these."
"There's a reason we keep all of the important grimoires out of Hope's reach," said Hayley, walking slowly over to the two of them. She placed a hand on Izzy's back as she knelt to her level. "She is very strong but the extent of her powers are yet unknown. As cocky as she is, she still doesn't have complete control over them. If we'd know about your lineage at the start, we would've started your studies off slowly too."
Izzy huffed with indignation but didn't argue anymore. Her behind was throbbing and she couldn't even do a spell to put an end to it and neither the Original nor the Alpha would ever truly understand her pain.
Hayley looked up to Elijah and realized he knew, as she did, Izzy was not going to make the time she spent wearing that bracelet easy for any of them.
-M-
Finn lounged in one of the wicker chairs in the courtyard, too angry with his sister for spanking him after he threw the tiniest of tantrums after breakfast and forcing him to take a nap to do anything but sulk alone. He heard the person coming downstairs behind him but he assumed it was one of Hayley's many wolves trumping down the wooden staircase since the servants were all about as quiet as him.
He nearly jumped out of his seat as Hope jumped onto the arm of his chair, staring down at him with a smile that did little to hide her self-serving intentions.
"All alone today?" she asked, a curious lilt in her voice.
Finn looked around the courtyard, afraid she'd set loose another of her phantom crocs somewhere to scare him.
Before he could answer, she grabbed his hand and pulled him from the seat as she made her way to the to door. "C'mon. I need to talk to Bastian about our parents forcing us to go to this stupid school and I could use the company."
Finn quickly pulled his hand from her grasp before they made it through the doorway. "I don't want to go anywhere with you."
Hope folded her arms defensively over her chest. "You're always complaining about me 'bullying' you and the one time I try to treat you like family, this is how you react?"
"Like I'm supposed ot believe that." he bit. "Your little friend is probably waiting outside with a bucket of tar and feather. Or a rabid dog. Or-"
"God, you're so damn annoying. You're not that important. Our lives don't revolve around torturing you."
"Then why do you want me to go with you?"
"Because..." she considered lying to him, it would have been easier, but the truth would hurt him as much as his accusations hurt her. "Dad's bribing me to be nice to you." She stated plainly. "He said that if I stopped terrorizing you, he'd let me learn some new spells out of Grandma Esther's Grimoire."
Finn couldn't believe it. Here he was, so helpless in this stupid teenager's body, his brother had to bribe his fourteen-year-old daughter just to stop bullying him.
Taking his hand again, Hope started pulling Finn back towards the door. "Now stop being a baby and c'mon. And if dad asks, I asked you nicely."
-M-
Oliver was face deep into his first bowl of ice cream when Klaus found a can of whipped cream hiding in the back of the fridge.
"There we are," the Original said proudly. "Now we can make proper sundaes."
Sliding the half-eaten bowl from the boy, Klaus piled two more scoops of ice cream on top before pouring on another layer of strawberry syrup and topping it with a swirl of whipped cream six inches high.
"Alright," he smiled broadly as he slid the bowl back across to Oliver. "This should fill you up and knock you out within minutes. And then I will be four-year-old-free for the rest of the afternoon."
Ignoring the man's taunts, Oliver grabbed his spoon and dug in.
"You're a lot nicer than Unc'a 'Lijah," said Oliver with a mouthful of ice cream. "He would never let me have ice cream for lunch."
"Because sweets rot your teeth."
"And you don't care about rotting my teeth?"
"They're only the first set. You'll grow new ones soon enough." Klaus grabbed another blood bag from the fridge and continued, "Besides, I believe life is better when we take the time to indulge in the things that bring us joy."
"Does blood bring you joy?"
Klaus bit into the blood bag and gulped it dry as if that was answer enough.
The sound of footsteps vamping into the doorway drew Klaus's attention away from the boy to Marcel standing breathlessly at the door.
A wave of relief washed over Marcel at seeing the boy sitting peacefully at the counter with Klaus. And then, seeing the giant bowl of ice cream, his relief turned to irritation.
Glaring at Klaus, Marcel walked swiftly over to the counter and pulled the bowl from Oliver.
"Ice cream before lunch, Klaus?"
Klaus smirked at Marcel's accusatory tone. "You didn't mind a bit of mid-day decadence when you were a lad."
"Yeah, well, I didn't know better then. You, the thousand-year-old adult, should know better."
Klaus rolled his eyes. "It will not kill him."
"No. But it will ruin his appetite for lunch. And dinner too with a bowl this size."
"So it was the sugary scent of a ruined dinner that brought you speeding in here like you were running from a ghost. Or...to one."
Marcel's eyes fell down to Oliver. Strawberry syrup coated his cheeks and the boy smiled sheepishly up at him. Marcel ran a hand over the boy's curls, his anxiety finally evening out at placing his hand on his son. When he woke up to find Oliver missing, a thousand awful fears flooded his mind.
Klaus rounded the counter and placed his hand on top of Oliver's head, his thumb brushing against Marcel's resting hand.
"I may not be the best grandfather but you can trust that he will be safe here. My goal is to keep you safe." Klaus drew his hand down Oliver's cheek to his chin, lifting it to look into the boy's deep brown eyes, wide and hopeful like his Marcellus. Turning back to Marcel, he continued, "That means every extension of you. You cannot do your job of keeping Hope out of trouble at school if you are afraid of something happening to him. No one is going to get into the Compound without us knowing again."
"You can't be sure of that, Klaus."
"I can." Klaus brought his hand from Oliver to Marcel's cheek. "Because I will do whatever I have to to keep you safe and I know you will do whatever it takes to keep this boy safe. So believe me when I say I will do whatever it takes to keep you from taking any remarkably stupid measures to keep him safe yourself."
Frustrated with Klaus's attempt to step in on his parental territory again, Marcel growled, "His safety is my responsibility, Klaus."
"And yours is mine. And the sooner you realize that, the less trouble you might find yourself in."
Marcel's eyes narrowed at the obvious threat in front of Oliver but Klaus seemed unmoved.
"But," Klaus threw his hands up. "I am still just...'Uncle Klaus' and...maybe ice cream is not a sufficient substitute for a well-balanced meal. I apologize."
Marcel's eyes widened as Klaus guided his forehead down to his lips and placed a soft kiss against it. His cheeks burned at the sight of Oliver smiling up at him.
"It seems like Elijah is too preoccupied with this Izzy business to start lunch," Klaus said nonchalantly as if kissing his two-hundred-year-old son was becoming a normal part of his daily life. "So why don't you give it a shot since I am so underqualified to be the judge of toddler nutrition. I will go find Hope we can let her be the judge on who's lunch is better."
Klaus was almost at the door when he noticed a small mop of curls darting across the kitchen floor to him.
Both Klaus and Marcel watched with shock as Oliver reached his little hand up to Klaus and said, "I wanna go."
Klaus cocked an eyebrow at the boy, hardening his eyes in an attempt to look intimidating but Oliver didn't believe anyone who would give him ice cream for lunch could be as mean as Klaus pretended to be.
"Fine," Klaus finally gave in, reluctantly taking the boy's hand. "But you'd better not slow me down."
Marcel couldn't help but smirk as Oliver skipped at Klaus's side in order to keep up with the man's long strides.
So this chapter is so much shorter than I wanted it to be but I just started a new job and that on top of my other writing has taken so much time from me. omg, pls don't hate me. Definitely gonna try to get another chap up before the end of the month.
p.s. sure you can guess who the next two spankees will be after this chap.
