Finn/Kol, hand (moderate)

Keeping up with the Jones'
Davina, Kol, 2014

The second time that Davina paused unpacking to rub her bottom, Kol asked, "Are you okay?"

Davina turned around in order to hide her flushing face. "Nothing!" she squeaked.

Kol was officially very curious and mildly worried. He grabbed her hips and turned her around. "Davina Claire," he said, "you can tell me anything."

She peeked up from under her bangs, face still flush. She shook her head.

"You're hurt," Kol said and leaned down to kiss her nose. "Plus, I might need to enact on some vengeance. No one," he lifted her up and twirled her around before sitting down on the bed and pulling her on his lap, "hurts my girl and gets away with it."

Davina's cute face scrunched up. She pointed in his face. "Don't you dare lay a hand on Cami."

First of all, Kol would never. He, unlike SOME BROTHERS, didn't make a habit of hurting his siblings' lovers. More to the point, Klaus would shove him in a box until Davina was long dead if he touched Cami. Hell, even Elijah liked her. If he got his hands on Kol first, he'd...

It clicked with him. Rubbing her bottom, being so embarrassed. "Did Nik's girl spank you?"

Davina dove into his chest. He blinked. "Don't say that word."

Kol bit down a laugh. "Darling," he said, "Elijah started spanking me back when I was a wee lad and hasn't seen fit to stop yet. This is one thing you don't have to ever be embarrassed about with me."

Davina narrowed her clear blue eyes. "I'm going to make him pay."

"For being a self-righteous martyr with hypocritical streak? I'm there with you with bells on," Kol said, "but, and I'll deny it to anyone but you, he's the only reason I wasn't worse." The set of her shoulders suggested she didn't agree. He laid back and pulled her over him, "How about we talk about something besides my stuffy big brother in our new bed?"

Double trouble
Finn/Kol, 2020 Arkham_Alice

Polishing the silverware was a much better punishment than a hiding, but not by all that much. A spanking was quick, and Kol was well-practiced at living his life with a sore backside. Polishing was anything but quick. Kol was two hours in and hadn't even put a dent in his workload. Every single piece needed to be bloody perfect by Elijah's standards unless he wanted to start all over from the beginning.

Just as Kol was pondering taking a break, Finn strode into the dining room and knelt down before Kol.

"I'm not Nik," Kol said, "but I do like the view."

"You won't soon enough," Finn said as he untied Kol's left shoe before sliding it off. Kol was puzzled but Finn just turned to his right shoe and repeated the action.

"Did you develop a foot fetish?" Kol asked as Finn gently tugged off his socks.

Hayley paused in front of the dining room door, "Please be less weird in places where my daughter might be able to hear you."

Kol wiggled his toes in front of Finn's face and grinned at the pained expression Hayley wore. "Might be too late for that, darling. Her stepfather is also her uncle."

Before Hayley could retort, Finn waved her off, "I'll give him a few extra for his cheek and thoughtlessness."

"He better be squirming in his seat during dinner," Hayley said between gritted teeth before storming off.

"You have no reason to thrash me," Kol said.

"I caught the little hex bag you put on Elijah's bedroom door," Finn said as he reached over to undo Kol's fly.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you look over my grimoires," Kol muttered. Finn didn't even know what a hex bag was a few months ago. They were a fairly obscure bit of magic. Finn tapped his hip and with a deep sigh shifted so that his oldest brother could easily slide off his jeans and underwear. "It wasn't a big deal," he said as the cool air washed over his nakedness, "it'd just dye his stupid suits in all the colors of the rainbow. I'm helping him, actually, by getting him to be less stuffy."

"Even if he wouldn't admit it, Elijah would find it distressing," Finn said as he folded Kol's clothes and set them carefully down on a spare chair, "I want you to lie back on the table with your legs up so I can give you a good hiding."

Kol pointed at the partially started polishing.

Finn rolled his eyes and bullied his youngest brother to lie back a few feet down from the polishing. He yanked Kol's legs up and wrapped his large hand around his ankles and pulled his other arm back in order to deliver the punishment.

Kol could see Finn's eyes. He could tell he was being watched carefully. He was vulnerable. Finn had been careful with Kol over the past few years. He still - he still scolded Kol and tattled on him - but it felt less like judgement and more like correction...

Finn's hand connected so hard that Kol couldn't help but wince. He expected to get a quick and hard thrashing, like last time, so he was very surprised that Finn gave him several minutes to absorb the impact before pulling back and spanking again.

Kol turned his head to the side, but he could feel Finn's eyes on him. Studying him. Kol feared Finn was searching for a weak point to exploit and wanted to hide.

"You need to mind your manners," Finn said right before whacking Kol for the third time, his big hand hitting a lot of cheek and leg. "I expect you to apologize to Hayley and obey her requests about Hope."

"It was just a joke!" Kol said and curled his toes in anticipation for the fourth blow.

Instead, Finn just held up his legs and waited. Kol decided to chance a look at Finn and what he saw in Finn's dark eyes made him swallow.

"Hayley is very aware of how little our family conforms to modern standards and the downsides of her being with Elijah," Finn said, "so she makes up for that by giving Hope as much normalcy as she can. Hope is too young to appreciate your crude jokes, Kol."

Kol almost wished he was getting a swift hiding instead of listening to Finn being reasonable. He huffed a sigh and muttered, "Fine."

Then he yelped because Finn started to rain down hard smacks at random. There was no rhyme or reason to his methodology, just his stupidly wide hand smacking scorching pain on his bottom each time his hard palm connected with Kol's soft skin. Kol bit his lip, refusing to cry out.

By the time Finn stopped smacking, Kol's eyes were wet with unshed tears. Finn braced his hand on one of Kol's knees and stared him down. "Tell me what you learned."

"Have you been taking tips from Elijah?" Kol asked, "because if you ask me, it should be the other way around. Older is wiser, as I always say."

Finn gave him smack so hard that Kol yelped. "Kol. Answer the question."

Kol sulked. "Fine. I'll be polite to Hayley and not help Hope develop a personality."

Finn's frown lines were really very deep. Kol expected another go around, but instead Finn sighed. "I suppose that's a start. But I shall wash your mouth out next time you're cheeky at the wrong moment and if I find out you didn't give Hayley a sincere apology, we'll continue this conversation with something made of leather."

Kol found himself staring at the belt wrapped around Finn's hips. A whipping from the thick leather he used to keep his trousers up wouldn't be as bad as a whipping from Elijah and one of his horrid belts, but it was still an idea that made his stomach turn over.

Unexpectedly, Finn's face softened. "I was referring to my slipper."

Kol flushed and averted his eyes. His legs were still high in the air, making him feel like a baby, and his backside was quite sore. Finn kindness made him feel like he was being rubbed with sandpaper. It wasn't exactly a secret that Kol feared a belt whipping from Elijah, but no one ever mentioned it directly.

Finn patted Kol's hip gently. "I want you to hold onto your knees and do your best to keep your legs straight for the second part of your spanking."

"Can't you just keep it like this?" Kol asked.

"No." Finn frowned. "I'm going to be teaching you important lessons."

Kol squirmed a little bit. This kind of teaching usually meant quite a bit pain for the learner. "It's going to hurt - "

"And you are going to obey me and submit to it," Finn said. His voice was so stern, and his eyes were so firm that Kol felt his shaking hands reaching out to obey. He let out an involuntary whine because Finn was gently tapping where he'd just worked over and where he was going to punish again. "Disrespect and disobedience will earn you dire consequences."

Finn pulled his hand back and whacked Kol good and hard. He gave Kol one firm smack followed by another in a stream of punishing heat. Kol kept his lower legs mostly steady by bracing his hands on his knees, but he couldn't help but kick his legs as Finn lit his bottom aflame. He clenched his jaw and bit his lip as the pain amped up. He blinked away his tears as the spanking wore on.

"Straighten your legs," Finn said.

It hurt too much, but Kol wasn't going to admit that. He also wasn't going to stop kicking. Finn's hand was sizzling his poor skin too much!

"Do I need to get a spoon?" Finn asked.

He was still spanking Kol, albeit much more slowly. Kol's face was red and his eyes were wet. Finn looked so put together and not the least bit exhausted despite the sound thrashing he was doling out. "Noooooooooo," he moaned as he kicked his heels against Finn's shoulder at the extra hard smack on one of his sit spots.

"I just want you to try a little harder to obey me," Finn said.

Kol sniffed. Finn had stopped smacking him and his face looked a little softer. "You're hitting too hard."

"I can lighten my touch," Finn said.

Kol could no longer bare to look at him. He swallowed and turned his head to the side. Slowly, he made effort to straighten out his legs.

He thought the spanking would start back up again, but instead, Finn lectured him. "Your attempt to destroy Elijah's wardrobe with your magic was uncalled for. Particularly when he went so easy on you - "

"Polishing to Elijah's standards is a fucking nightmare," Kol couldn't help but point out.

"He could have made you do it on a sore behind," Finn said as he pulled his arm back and started to spank again.

The punishment wasn't nearly as hard or fast as it was before. But he was still being struck on sore skin by a man who firmly believed a spanking should hurt. Every now and then Finn would twist his wrist to add a little extra sting to his smack. Kol curled his toes and wiggled his hips as Finn hand continued to fall.

"Is my point clear?" Finn asked, punctuating each word with a fresh, crisp slap that echoed proudly in the dining room.

"Yesssss," Kol could taste the salt of his tears.

Finn paused, rested his hand on Kol's upper thigh. "What mistakes have we been addressing during this session?"

"Disrespect and disobedience," Kol recited.

He expected Finn to drill into him, literally and metaphorically. Get into all the nitty gritty of Kol's fuck ups. Instead, Finn helped him get off table. He even let Kol have a few minutes of rubbing and hoping before stilling him with a hand on his hip.

"You will apologize to both Hayley and Elijah," Finn said, "and then you will come back here and finish polishing."

Kol nodded, still rubbing his sore backside. The pain was settling in pretty deep. He knew from vast experience that he'd really be feeling the effects of his recent spanking for the next couple of days. "I'll even squirm at dinner."

Finn grabbed the back of his neck and pressed a kiss on the top of his forehead.