As usual, Elijah ruined all of Kol's fun.
"Ladies," Elijah gestured to the dozen witches who were sharing a spring with Kol, "if you would allow me a moment with my brother."
"That sounds like a request," Donna had red hair and a fantastic neck, "I think I'm going to decline." She also had a very sharp tongue. Kol liked her quite a bit and was more than happy to return the kiss she gave him.
Unfortunately, the leader of the coven was more of a stick in the mud than Elijah. Her name was Tiffany and had probably never cracked a smile in her life. She began to walk out of the water and issued a command, "Come."
The rest of the coven followed. Except Donna. "Why are you such a killjoy?"
"We can't do the spell if there is more than one man around," Tiffany said.
"Elijah can go," Kol offered. He did not wince or step back at the glare his older brother shot him. It was bit sad how proud of himself he was about that. He'd been alive over two hundred year. He shouldn't still be terrified of a trip over Elijah's knee. "You don't want to have to wait another month for the full moon, do you?"
Tiffany's response was the flick her wrist. In an instant, Donna was out of Kol's embrace and with the rest of her coven. Donna shot him a sheepish look, but left the secluded spring with the rest of the witches. Kol's evening was ruined, but he was happy to enjoy watching the twelve naked witches walk away. They all looked delicious. Kol pondered if he'd be able to eat them all before Elijah intervened. Maybe, if he was lucky. But Tiffany would probably help Elijah stop him from eating her followers.
And he wasn't done playing with Donna.
"You said you were going out with one witch," Elijah said, folding his arms, "I think we need another chat about lying."
"I really think that's on you for believing that lie," Kol said, folding his own arms in return.
"The last time we had a conversation while you were over my knee, you pointed out that it was unfair that I never give you the benefit of the doubt," Elijah said.
"You can't blame me," Kol shot back. Elijah looked very much like he was capable of blaming Kol. "If I told you what I was really planning, would you have stopped me?"
"Would I have stopped my baby brother from engaging in a fertility spell with a dozen witches?" Elijah asked. Kol was about to point out that he was old enough to engage in any orgy he pleased and couldn't be killed, but then his brother continued, "No," he sounded pained as he continued, "out of all the mischief you get into on a regular basis, this is... acceptable."
Well, shit. But Kol wasn't done yet. "How did you even know where I was? Were you tailing me? That's not very honorable."
"When a lunatic fringe of witches are doing an experimental fertility spell with a sterile vampire, other witches tend to talk," Elijah said.
Kol was not beat yet. "Why were you even talking to witches?"
"Let's just say it has something to do with my efforts to keep my siblings hidden from our lunatic filicidal father," Elijah said. He crooked his finger.
Kol knew he was beat. He dragged his feet as he exited the water. As he walked over to his elder brother for discipline, he made one last attempt to escape justice, "Can't you let me off with a warning?"
Elijah looked extremely amused. "Have I ever let you off with a warning for a lie? Bend over, little brother."
Once bent over, Elijah wrapped an arm around his middle and spanked his wet skin bone dry with the palm of his hand. Being smacked on wet skin was the worst. Elijah only had to use a fraction of his usual power to create his usual awful sting, but Elijah spanked wet skin equally as hard as dry skin. Kol's fun evening was quickly becoming extremely miserable.
"Elijah," Kol wiggled his hips in a fruitless effort to avoid a smack, "I learned my lesson, I promise!" Elijah moved his hand down and began to dry off Kol's thighs with punishing heat. "No more!"
"I don't think so," Elijah said as he easily lifted Kol off the ground. The soft fabric of Elijah's fancy clothes felt nice against Kol's bare skin, but he could hardly enjoy it because Elijah was tanning him like Kol's backside it was hide of a beast destined to become leather instead of the delicate skin of his baby brother.
Kol kicked his dangling feet. Elijah continued land smack after smack on Kol's bottom. Kol grabbed the arm that was wrapped around his middle in hopes of dislodging his big brother's hold. The only thing that go him was a round of blows so hard that Kol screamed in pain.
"Settle down," Elijah told Kol, as if the welts he was laying on Kol's inner thighs with his wicked fingers weren't convincing enough to stop fleeing from chastisement.
"Not so hard," Kol begged between his wails, "please."
Elijah stilled his hand. Kol was crying openly. "Are you going to obey me and submit to the rest of your spanking?"
"Yes," Kol said.
"Then we're almost done here," Elijah said. He set his wide hand on Kol's narrow bottom and soothed the burning sting he'd lain down himself. "I don't expect you to submit peacefully, but I cannot allow you to try and get away."
"Yes, sir," Kol said.
He felt all of three years old as his arms and legs dangled helplessly in the air while Elijah punished him. He'd lightened his touch considerably now that Kol was minding him better, but the spanking still really hurt. He was regretting that he'd lied. If he'd just told the truth, he could be doing magic with some slightly unhinged naked witches. But he didn't, so his big brother was taking him to task by giving him a smacked bottom that would burn his poor skin for days.
"Why are you in this unpleasant position once again, Kol?" Elijah asked.
Because you're a controlling menace would probably convince Elijah to use a strap, and the relentless way Elijah continued to add heat to his aching backside was more than enough for Kol. "I lied," he admitted.
"What will happen if you lie to me again?"
Finn used to say this will happen next time you lie when he bent Kol over after catching him in a lie. Nik would say his constant falsehoods were why Kol needed to be spanked and sent bed with a dagger so often. But Elijah kept believing Kol could change for the better. "I'll get tanned again," Kol said as Elijah continued tan.
Kol felt like a naughty little boy as Elijah smacked his plump cheeks flat again and again. He knew his behind must be a bright red and imagined anyone who touched his sore backside would be scalded by the heat. He knew Elijah was going to continue to spank him for a good while yet and he'd have to keep looking at his dangling bare feet.
He grabbed handfuls of Elijah's trousers and curled his toes as his punishment continued. He wasn't being hit terribly hard or fast, but he was too much pain to be grateful. Being spanked hurt! And Kol hated it, all of it. How sore his skin would be, how the redness would last for days, how helpless he felt under Elijah's punishing hand. Worse, he could only blame himself because he knew that he'd end up with his ass in the air if Elijah caught him in his white lie.
"What should you have done instead?" Elijah asked.
"Told the truth," Kol said and tried to kick away the new sting that was building on top of settling soreness.
Normally, that would be Elijah's cue to conclude the punishment with a final round of searing blows that hurt so much that Kol would scream bloody murder and beg for mercy. Instead, Elijah helped him get back on his feet and took out some cloth to wipe his face. "No rubbing until tomorrow, Kol."
Kol dropped his arms to his sides and sulked. Once Elijah finished cleaning his face, he picked up Kol's clothes. His bottom smarted and he wasn't allowed to rub so he didn't feel like making things easier for Elijah by dressing himself. He felt oddly safe and secure as Elijah sighed deeply before dressing Kol himself.
When Elijah pulled him into a hug, Kol buried his face in the crook of his neck and cried some more. Kol wasn't allowed to rub, but Elijah was and he did. He always did, no matter how minor the spanking or how serious the offense.
"Why didn't you spank me harder?" Kol asked.
"It was a minor fib," Elijah said. He brushed his fingers through Kol's hair. He could tell his brother had half a mind to scold him for not taking better care of it. "I know you're trying."
"I'm probably going to lie again," Kol said. Only Elijah could make him feel guilty about a sin he hadn't even committed yet.
"If it comes to that, I suppose I'll just have to keep spanking you," Elijah said. "Do you think corner time might help keep you honest longer?"
Yes. Kol kicked some dirt and whined, "I hate standing in a corner. It's boring and embarrassing."
"It wouldn't be much of a punishment if you liked it," Elijah said. He kissed Kol's forehead. "I'll let you make the choice."
Elijah would be disappointed if Kol avoided something good for him. Worse, Kol would feel guilty that Elijah had let him off easy and he'd still weaseled his way out of corner time. "How much are you going to torture me if I agree?"
"I'm not going to tell you," Elijah said.
Kol kicked some more dirt and got a smack so hard it pushed Kol on his toes when some of it landed on Elijah's fancy shoes. Kol yelped and whined as Elijah gave him a second, equally hard, smack on the other side of his bottom. He sniffed and set his head on Elijah's chest. "I'll do whatever you think is best, sir."
What Elijah thought was best was making Kol stand with his back perfectly straight, his nose firmly attached to the corner, with his trousers down to show off his freshly punished red bottom to his siblings. He had to stand still with his arms at his side. His hands were so close to his sore cheeks, a constant temptation to rub out some of the heat and sting. He'd get a smack from Elijah's shoe if he did that. Worst of all, he didn't know how long he'd have to stand in the corner and reflect on how he could improve his behavior.
Kol was an idiot who should have rejected corner time when he had the chance.
Nik and Elijah were having fun coming up with new myths about the Curse of the Sun and the Moon and having a jolly good time of it. If he'd used his brain he could be adding the forgery. They were absorbed in crafting a tale about a wolf who created the oceans with her tears after her pups slaughtered by a pack of heartless raiders together. Kol inched his fingers to his sit spots. For several glorious moments, he was able to reduce the ache his innocent creases were subject to endure.
"Ouch," Kol cried after Elijah hit both under curves with the sole of his shoe so hard that Kol could feel the imprints forming on his skin. It only took a second for Elijah to blur over, remove his hands, and dole out the consequence for disobedience. Now Kol's lower bottom was hotter and sorer than before he'd gotten a forbidden rub in.
"Don't whine," Nik said, "you know the rule and you chose to break it."
"Sod off," Kol said and kicked the wall.
This time, it was Niklaus who blurred over to Kol and grabbed him before tossing him over his knee. Nik grabbed Elijah's shoe, but before he could slam it down against Kol's upturned backside, Elijah grabbed his wrist.
"Niklaus," Elijah said with dangerous calmness, "I don't recall asking for your assistance in correcting Kol."
"He needs to watch his tone and temper," Nik snapped.
"I am the one in charge of this punishment," Elijah yanked the shoe away and pulled Kol onto his feet. He applied the sole of the shoe from right below Kol's under curve, pushing him onto his toes. Kol danced on the balls of his feet as Elijah adjusted his attitude by adding new fire to Kol's burning skin. "I'm fully capable of handling a tantrum."
Kol had no way to defend himself because Elijah was gripping his elbow so tightly as he landed one solid blows after another. Elijah easily followed where Kol danced and was able to discipline him effortlessly. Kol got around a dozen hard whacks with the shoe before Elijah marched him back over to the corner. Elijah set the sole of the shoe on the top his right thigh and spanked down until he hit Kol's knee. Then he applied the same exact spanks down his left thigh. "Do not move or talk, Kol."
Tears running down his face, Kol nodded. Elijah rubbed his back until Kol's tears dried up. He helped Kol stand up straight and gently urged him to press his nose firmly into the corner. He gently squeezed Kol's elbow before saying, "I know you can do this."
Kol decided to try a tiny bit harder to learn the lesson Elijah was teaching. It'd been a pointless lie. Elijah didn't tend to control his sex life like Nik did.
"Undermine me once more tonight, Niklaus, and you'll be joining Kol in the corner after I'm finished thrashing you," Elijah said.
"Fine," Kol flinched at the anger in Nik's voice.
Kol thought Nik should get walloping instead of a warning, but at least his brothers weren't having fun together while Kol had to stand in a corner with his bare red ass on display. The tension between his two older brothers was so thick in the air that Kol actually decided to reflect more dishonesty as a distraction.
He'd lied out of habit more than anything else. It might be a good idea to work on that a bit.
After a few minutes, Elijah spoke again, "Kol, please put your clothes back on." Kol's eyes watered as the fabric brushed against his very tender backside. Elijah was suddenly behind him with a hand on the small of his back. "We're going to retire to my room for the night."
From the corner of his eyes, Kol could see that Nik was fuming.
"You should probably tend to Nik," Kol said as Elijah prepared him for bed, "I think he might have the mind to use to use a dagger on you next."
"I can hear Rebekah." Not only did Klaus' blasted daggers steal years, it paused the growth their powers. His eyes and ears were not as sharp as his siblings'. Worse, Kol's baby sister was stronger than him now. "She can help him settle down."
As Elijah helped him lie on his front, Kol couldn't help but point out, "Or you could settle him with the flat of your palm." Elijah got into bed next to him. "You wouldn't give me a warning if I undermined you." A freshly punished Nik was one less likely to be vengeful, too.
Elijah's hand was on his bottom. Kol feared he'd get a fresh smack. Instead Elijah gently rubbed, taking care to spend most of his time comforting the under curves he'd punished most severely. "I might if you were direct about it for once."
Kol peered over at his big brother. "Would you, really?"
"Almost certainly not," Elijah said, cracking a small smile. "You need a firmer hand than Niklaus." Kol huffed. Elijah gave firm swat that made Kol whimper in pain. "I'm happy to give you a demonstration on why."
"No thank you," Kol said, burying his face in the bedding.
Elijah decided he needed it, anyway. He bared Kol's sore and aching bottom and started to spank him with a cupped hand. The loud cracks made Kol's eyes water. He bit his thumb and closed his eyes tightly as Elijah brought the blaze in his bottom up several notches. Kol scooted close to his big brother and submitted completely to the reliable hand guiding him with slow, steady, and very sharp smacks to his bared buttocks. He wanted to hear Elijah's heartbeat so he made a pillow out of Elijah's chest.
Tears were dripping down his face as he sucked his thumb. He closed his eyes and whimpered as Elijah finished his spanking with a pair of extra hard swats to his inner thighs. Kol sobbed because he'd gotten extra smacks on top of the burning welts he'd gotten for defiance. He was being submissive now but his big brother was still keen to correct his earlier mistake. He sucked his thumb harder to comfort himself.
Elijah straightened his clothes back up and soothed Kol's sore bottom. Kol felt his forehead being kissed as he let Elijah's steady heartbeat lull him into a deep sleep.