I'm working on unbroken, but it's coming on slow as I slowly get over my writer's block.

Contains vervain figging, sorta. This is the last one I'm doing in this verse with Finn doing this to one of his siblings, as I've decided to redeem him. If the need is still there, I'd ask you to request it from the trinity or another villain or sexy fun times. I feel vaguely bad for making VampireQueen666 come up with a prompt to match the format, but didn't bother to do so with others.

Klaus/Kol, hand and paddle (moderate, mostly off screen)
Finn/Klaus, hand and spoon (intense)

Learning
Klaus/Kol, 2015

Klaus was sitting in the kitchen chair, arms folded, paddle still in hand. Kol was standing in front of him, jeans and underwear crumpled around his knees. His face was red and splotchy from his tears and he was rocking on the balls of his feet as he rubbed his bright red cheeks with both hands. The punished skin was hot to the touch and extremely sore.

"What did you learn?" Klaus demanded to know.

"We just went over that," Kol said as he pressed gently against his creases. They felt swollen and he felt that they were covered in bruises, even though he had to admit the pain was starting to fade now that the punishment was over. "Starting to have memory problems in your old age, brother?"

Klaus grabbed Kol's elbow with his free hand. Before he could jerk Kol back over his lap, Kol held up both hands in supplication. "It was just a joke, Nik."

"What," Klaus said, pulling Kol between his legs, "did you learn?"

Not wanting to be bent over for a second spanking Kol imminently answered, "Obey the rules!" Klaus wasn't letting go so Kol quickly added, "don't back talk when I'm trouble, don't sneak out... Nik," he began to speak more urgently, "I learned my lesson, I promise, please don't spank me again!"

Klaus yanked and Kol fell into his lap. Instead of face down, he was still upright, sitting on of Klaus thighs with his own, freeing his sore bottom from the pressure of sitting down. Kol blinked. Then he flushed because he was sitting on his big brother's lap after a spanking with his jeans and underwear 'round his legs like he was too young to care about modesty. Worse, he wanted to cry into Klaus chest while being held and shushed with comforting words.

"Now that I've bought a few weeks of good behavior," Kol flushed even harder. It was embarrassing how spankings still such effective punishment for him. He would behave for the next couple of weeks, though he'd start sassing off as soon as his bottom was fully healed. Maybe even before that, if his siblings gave him a good opening for a smart remark. "Do you want to tell me why you snuck out past curfew?"

He was over a thousand years old, way past the need of a goddamn curfew. But trying to explain that at this particular moment would likely get him some more time with the paddle that Klaus was still holding.

"Kol?" Klaus pressed.

"I just wanted to have some fun," Kol whined, "I didn't think you'd care about Elijah's stupid rules."

"Those rules are for your safety," Klaus said and reached over to give Kol an extra hard smack with the horrible paddle. The blow hurt so much that Kol's eyes teared up. "After your little ritual with Davina," Klaus spanked Kol a few times with the paddle, "there are more ways to kill you than the rest of us."

"Freya's more mortal than me," Kol said between sniffs, "and she doesn't have a curfew."

"She's not a child," Klaus said. He sighed heavily and dropped the paddle on the ground. He pulled Kol into a hug and Kol buried his face in the crook of Klaus' neck. He was sore and miserable and if he or Davina healed him he'd get a much harsher punishment. He had no choice but to endure the effects of his spanking for the next few days. "If you put in the work and start acting more responsibly, I'll consider lifting the curfew."

"That's boring," Kol said and winced when Klaus gave him another hard smack. He found himself relaxing as Klaus turned his attention to comforting Kol's bottom instead of punishing it with gentle rubs. "You used to like it when I was the fun one."

"I've watched you die one too many times," Klaus said, moving his hand in a comforting rhythm.

Kol could do nothing but curl in closer.

Gentleman's bet
for Royal_Soda_Pop
Finn/Klaus, hand & spoon, 2018

Klaus waited to confront Finn until he'd cleared the compound of everyone else. Once that was accomplished, he barged into Finn's room without knocking.

"Sitting down," Klaus said, leaning against the doorframe, hiding his arms behind his back. He was holding what was left over of the ginger root he'd used while cooking lunch. "So soon after a dose of Elijah's cane. Impressive."

Finn was pouring over one of Mother's grimoires and didn't bother to turn to face him. "I frame any sensation as positive, Niklaus."

"I find it difficult to believe Elijah wouldn't have altered your punishment if that was truly the case, brother," Klaus said.

"You should stay out of things that are not your concern," Finn's hands were curled around the grimoire and frown lines were starting to show on his face.

"That was my initial plan," Klaus said. Finn turned around in his chair and was openly surprised. "My trust in Elijah's ability to care for our family is almost absolute." Klaus took a step into Finn's room. "In part, because I make sure to cover for his blind spots." He kept taking steps into Finn's space. When they were knee to knee, he dropped the ginger on Finn's lap. "Kol flinched when he saw me chopping this."

Finn picked up the ginger. Kol wasn't the only one with a negative association with that particular vegetable. Finn didn't flinch, but his frown was deep as he stared at it. His face became blank soon enough. He set the ginger on his desk. "Elijah and Freya's rage was justified, yours is not."

Klaus considered infecting him with his venom. He made sure to his wolf was showing when he grabbed Finn by the shirt and pulled him up. It would take very little effort to bite him. "I'm giving you exactly one minute to take back such foolhardy words."

"In the twelfth century," Finn said, "you cornered Kol in the latest cellar you kept the coffins to box your siblings in." Klaus froze. Finn yanked himself away. "I heard you yell as he begged for your pardon. He screamed as you shoved a dagger into his heart."

Klaus did not like to think about the first time he used the dagger to punish Kol. His brother was planning to flee to Italy, to study with a coven and childishly punish his siblings for ignoring him. Within a year, he'd come crawling back. He'd done something similar dozens of times before. But Klaus was paranoid, haunted by the hunter he'd killed, and fearing losing Rebekah to humanity.

"It was only a few days," Klaus said.

"Only because Elijah saw fit to free at least one of his brothers," Finn said.

Poking at Finn's open wounds was far better than reliving past mistakes. "Elijah would make noises about freeing you every now and then," Klaus said, "but I'd mention how you clearly wanted to die and that our father had the means to kill us all and he'd see things my way," with a grin, he added, "And, then, of course, he stopped mentioning you all together."

Finn looked bored. "He apologized to me on a regular basis throughout my confinement."

Klaus had not known that. He knew Elijah cared for the bodies of their daggered siblings and had witnessed him stare longingly at coffined Rebekah or Kol more than enough times, but never Finn. He hated when Elijah had secrets, and really hated this one in particular. It took all of Klaus impulse control not to leave Finn behind to find Elijah and remind him of the consequences of withholding the truth.

Cami would be proud because it only took a few deep breaths to keep Klaus on track. This was about Kol and Finn's treatment of Kol.

"Elijah values me least of all his siblings," Finn's bitterness tasted sweet on Klaus' lips. He'd picked the ginger back up. He was looking at it instead of Klaus. "But, to him, I have always been parted of our cursed always and forever."

"I disowned you the moment you went after Hope," Klaus said, "and Kol will never forgive you. And once I tell Freya, Elijah, and Rebekah the extent of what you did, they will disown you too."

"You will not," Finn captured Klaus wrists with both hands. Before Klaus could process what was happening, Finn continued with, "that is Kol's story to tell. If he decides to and your assessment is correct, I will abide their choice."

"Even Freya?"

Finn flinched. He tightened his jaw. Nodded. "Are you surprised, Niklaus, at the concept of someone learning from their mistakes?" Klaus tried to pull away, but he couldn't. Surly Freya wouldn't have given Finn power over Klaus. Finn smiled. "I have willingly surrendered my right to discipline Kol unless he changes his mind, but you? You, Niklaus, are a different story all together."

Klaus was going to have a long talk with Freya.

"How long has it been since anyone has taken you in hand?" Finn asked as he stood up.

Finn was tallest in their family and larger than Klaus in every aspect. It wasn't something Klaus spend a whole lot of time thinking about - without his witchcraft, he was easily the weakest Original. He never bothered to learn how to use his vampirism and he had the least amount of life experience, save Freya. But a witch's power wasn't as bound to age as a vampire's was. But with Freya's magic in place, he was an Original vampire and Klaus was close to an ordinary human.

"I'm not Kol," Klaus said, "you will find I'm much harder to break."

"You sound so confident," Finn said, "such hubris is your Achilles heel."

"I beg to differ," Klaus said. Surprisingly, Finn let go of Klaus. "None have truly bested me and I don't foresee you breaking that streak."

"Prove it," Finn said, "by willingly submitting to some long over-do chastisement from the brother you wronged the most."

Klaus spread his arms out and nodded.

"Strip completely," Finn told him as he gathered up the ginger in order to trash it, "wait for me." He returned quickly. Klaus had taken off his clothes and had tossed them on the desk chair. Finn set his tools down on the bed and took hold of Klaus.

Klaus was running his mouth. "Wooden spoon and vervain, I'm shaking fear."

Finn hauled Klaus over his knee and wasted no time in smacking him. Hard. He made sure each time he hit flesh that he left behind a bright red hand print. Klaus grunted at each blow, clearly surprised by Finn's version of a warm-up. Not for the first time, Finn couldn't help but think that Elijah was much too soft on their younger siblings when they were due for a trip over his knee. Still, Klaus didn't complain and by the time his skin was bright red he'd managed to clamp down on any pained noises. He was much tougher than Kol.

Out of necessity, a voice that sounded like Freya's reminded him.

Mikael.

Finn shoved memories of their father down as he reached over to grab the spoon that was soaking in vervain laced water. Finn had pushed Kol too far, he wasn't going to make the same mistake with Niklaus. But he wasn't planning to going easy on Klaus.

"Why are you being chastised?" Finn asked, tapping the bowl of the spoon against Klaus' crease.

Klaus in took a loud breath as the vervain literally sizzled his skin. "Shall I list all of your insecurities in alphabetical order?"

Finn just barely resisted the urge to respond with the business part of the spoon. Instead he forced himself calm. "Your mouth certainly isn't helping matters, but your loose tongue isn't the primary reason we're in this position."

"Enlighten me," Klaus mocked, "big brother."

"For starters," Finn made Klaus grunt as he cracked the vervain-laced spoon all over his bottom with great gusto, "your hypocrisy is sickening. You are the last one who has the right to come to Kol's defense."

Finn kept an eye on Klaus. He'd grabbed a handful of bedding and was squeezing it as he was thrashed. Finn was punishing him with brute force, quickly smacking his younger brother vulnerable skin. He kept upping the pace and strength of the blows until Klaus finally, finally gave in and began to move his legs around in order to ease the sting.

It was what Finn had been waiting for. When Klaus opened his legs, he curled his wrist to aim between his cheeks. Niklaus hadn't been expecting that from the way he shouted in surprised pain. Finn allowed himself to smile ever so slightly as he changed his aim again in order to smashed the bowl of the spoon down over and over against his most delicate parts. Before Klaus could close his legs, Finn pressed his elbows down on one of his knees and pinned it to the bed. He had free and easy access.

Klaus roared like a wounded animal and tried to escape. Finn held him down easily enough and continued to use his vervain covered spoon to teach where it'd hurt the most.

"It's not pleasant, is it?" Finn said as he moves up slightly in order to punish between Klaus cheeks again, "to be violated by someone who has power over you."

For a moment, Finn thought Klaus might bend, if only a little. There were angry tears slipping down his face, but he'd clamped down on his moaning and groaning. He opened his mouth, and there was a note of something unusual, something akin to an apology when he said, "Finn..."

Finn stilled his hand.

"You remain, as ever, a bore."

Finn rose the spoon again. The muscles in Klaus back tensed. It was strange how he bore no scars from the many times Mikael had torn it apart with a strap of leather over the years. But he'd been the trueborn son of a powerful wolf, so perhaps it was inevitable that he'd heal. Wolfs did not bear scars, even as their transformations tore them apart from the inside out.

"Despite your clever loophole," Finn said as he dropped the spoon back into the bowl, "my read of you remains mostly true." He let go of Niklaus who quickly freed himself. "You are as short-sighted and petty as ever."

"My better nature," Klaus bit as he shoved one leg into his jeans, "is reserved for those I consider family."

"You have such a limited scope," Finn said. He reached over and clamped his big hand around Klaus shoulder. Klaus shoved him off and finished covering exposed skin. "You were such a kind man when we were human."

"Is that what you told yourself?" Klaus asked, "when our mother roped you into her delusional plot to remake us in her image?"

"I wanted what was stolen from me when I was four," Finn snapped, "my family."

Klaus didn't respond right away. Finn planned to storm away and hide away in a jazz club none of his siblings knew about, but before he could slam his own bedroom door behind him, there was a quiet quality in Niklaus' voice that he'd never heard directed at, for, him.

"Is that why you abandoned Elijah?" Finn turned around, "and me, and Kol, and Rebekah, and Henrik? Esther twisted your love for her, but you were the one who made that possible by clinging to her at the expense of everyone else. Mikael would have used that against all of us if I let you out of that box."

"I stuck with you lot for a hundred years!" Finn said, "it was you and Kol where the one who constantly undermined our safety with your bloodlust and hedonism. Whatever you think of my disposition or motivations, I was never disloyal. Not until I was betrayed every day, over and over, for nearly a thousand years by my own family!"

"Finn - "

"Goodnight, brother."