Freya/Rebekah, hand and spatula (severe)
Elijah/Kol, hand (light hearted)

To DarkAngel: I should have made this clearer, but Freya and Elijah don't know about the figging part of the punishment. I'm deliberately not planning much on where this fic will go, but I am fully aware that it was an extreme violation and whenever I pick back up on this plot. Freya and Elijah's protectiveness over Kol is also a running theme I want to explore more. I can't say what will happen, but neither are going to be okay when they found out he was violated.

To Guest: I do appreciate the defending, but there really is no need to. I'm happy with just about any and all feedback and I think DarkAngel's fears weren't unfounded. One downside of this format is that I can't do the type of planting/payoff that I usually do. And the material is sensitive, it's hard to read about a sibling sexually abusing another.

To castor442: I should be updating unbroken next.

Foaming at the mouth.
Freya/Rebekah, 2014

"Ouch!" Rebekah yelped after her big sister's smacked the seat of her skirt, "don't do that!"

Said sister responded by popping her butt and grabbing her ear. "You are in a lot of trouble, young lady." Freya began to drag her down the courtyard and toward the kitchen, swatting Rebekah's bottom every few steps. Once in the kitchen, Freya dropped down on a seat and yanked Rebekah over her lap and wasted no time in starting the punishment. Rebekah was getting spanked before she'd found her center of gravity and had received over a dozen good smacks before she had a chance to grab the legs of the chair.

"This isn't fair," Rebekah said as she wiggled over Freya's knees.

Freya next smack only hit air. She frowned deeply and cast a spell before pinning pulling Rebekah in close and wrapping her arm firmly around her middle. "Do you really want to talk about fair, sister?"

There was a long moment of silence. Then. "Not really."

"Good," Freya said, "then we can get to the part where I start teaching you a lesson," she rose her hand and began to spank her baby sister with one hard blow after another, "and making sure it'll stick for a very long time."

Rebekah tried to wiggle around again, but Freya's magic was too powerful. She wasn't strong enough to avoid the raining smacks, much less move her hips around nearly enough to dull the burn that was beginning to really build. She settled with kicking her legs, which did have the advantage of helping dull the sting and making it difficult for Freya to punish her quickly. Her gyrating legs made it impossible for Freya to build up the consistent pace she needed to give Rebekah a swift smacking. This clearly wasn't working. Not only was most of Freya's effort wasted on landing a smack instead of building up a burn that would teach Rebekah anything, her little sister was too busy avoiding her just desserts to learn.

"You have two choices," Freya said, "settle down or I'm going to take this up a notch."

"Go to hell!"

"Fine," Freya let go of Rebekah and helped her stand up. "Don't move," she ordered as she strode across the kitchen to the counter where they kept a wooden cutting board. It was large enough to cover most of Rebekah's bottom and thick enough to produce a deep thud that should tear right through her stubbornness. When she turned around she clenched her jaw at what she saw. "Rebekah!"

Rebekah was rubbing her backside while rocking on her feet. At Freya's glare, her eyes widened with faux innocence. "What?"

"You know better than to rub while you're still being punished!" Freya set down cutting board and opened up the utensil drawer. She'd need something different. She peered over the choices for a few minutes before making her decision. A silicone spatula. It was sturdy, but not too dense, which meant she could spank hard without doling out too many bruises. The business end was about the size of Freya's palm. Perfect to give Rebekah a much-needed extra-long spanking. "Get back over my knees."

"I already learned my lesson," Rebekah whined.

"That little warm up didn't teach you much at all," Freya countered as she patted her thigh with the spatula. "Over."

"I'm too old for this," Rebekah said as she turned around, making a big show of rubbing her rear as she did so. Before she could take one step out of the kitchen. "Oh!" Freya had used her magic to yank Rebekah across the room and to land neatly across her lap. "No!"

"Yes," Freya said as she peeled up Rebekah's leather skirt and peeled down her lacy black panties.

The skin she revealed was soft and creamy with only the faints dust of pink overlaying punishable skin. When Freya pressed her knuckles against Rebekah's bottom, the skin was cool to the touch. Just as Rebekah's attitude suggested, the smacks from Freya's hand hadn't left much of an impact at all - clearly the leather absorbed most of the sting. That was fine with Freya. She was past thinking a warm-up would do much good. She had several concrete lessons she wanted to teach and the handy spatula in her hand would help make sure Rebekah learned each and every one of them. First things first.

"I'm in charge," Freya said as she lifted up her parenting tool and smacked it down.

Rebekah cried out after the small square connected with her unprotected skin. While the blade of the make-shift paddle wasn't particularly thick, it was extremely durable; she could get spanked nice and hard without it breaking. It also let Freya extend the paddling since it took dozens of swats to cover Rebekah's entire backside. Its tiny size meant didn't deter from pain - the small impact it made each time it punished left behind red in its wake. The silicone material also made the spatula stick to the skin, which allowed the sting last quite a bit longer than wood or leather. Worse for Rebekah, it lingered and deepened long after the initial spank.

It was terrible to be paddled with the spatula, particularly in the way that Freya used it. She spanked her sister with the spatula by peppering it down randomly. The space between one blow and the next offered no reprieve, she had patches of freshly smacked skin with a growing and deepening sting, and each new spank not only gave her a new burst of fiery pain but another freshly patch of punished skin that grew more painful as time went on. And, by the time the deepening sting from the horrid silicone finally began to fade, there was a good chance Freya had worked the skin over again because she was spanking Rebekah so quickly and throughly.

Rebekah kicked and rocked around as best she could against Freya's magic but there was nothing she could do to escape justice. Freya's magic was strong and her aim was smart. Rebekah couldn't help but burst into hot and angry tears as her big sister spanked her defiant behind. The only that got her was a smacking that came down harder and faster. The burn and sting were so bad that Rebekah was beginning to realize she had no choice but to give in and learn her lesson.

"You're in charge," Rebekah croaked, "sister! Please!"

Freya slowed down. "So when I say you need a spanking?"

Rebekah was too busy crying and feeling the sticky burn of the horrible silicone to answer right away. But the slower spanking eventually evened out the pain so that she could think and answer in a small voice, "I'll get one."

Freya popped her spanking tool all over Rebekah's sit spots with renewed vigor. "You'll get what?"

"Spanking!" Rebekah screeched in surprised pain, "spanking! Spanking! Sister, please, I'm saying it! Spanking, go easier!"

Freya set the spatula down on the table and rubbed Rebekah's back gently. Rebekah sniffed under her steady hold, her sister's strong hand giving her much needed comfort doing most of the work in getting her to calmer state of mind.

"Are we done?" Rebekah asked in a tiny voice.

She sounded all of six years old. Part of Freya wanted to end the punishment early. And when her little sister turned her tearful gaze at her, Freya nearly gave in. Rebekah had long since cried off all her make up, and her freckles were visible. Without carefully applied makeup making her look like she was in her early twenties, she looked so much like a child. A naughty one with her bloodshot eyes and sniffling nose and pouting lips that all children wore after their bottoms had gotten a firm smacking. Freya knew, without a doubt, Rebekah had gotten out of a full spanking more often than not with judicious use of such a sight. Freya was so tempted to fall in Elijah and Niklaus' steps.

But she also suspected that if Elijah and Klaus hadn't given in so much, Rebekah wouldn't have resisted Freya so much. And if Freya finished the job properly, Rebekah would be truly motivated to obey her elders and not break the rules.

Freya shook her head, smiling at herself. They hadn't even really gotten to the initial reason why Rebekah was getting a spanking and she was already tempted to end it! She took a deep breath and fixed her baby sister with a stern look.

Rebekah swallowed hard and whimpered. Her big sister looked really scary! And Freya was wrapping her arm around Rebekah's waist and lifting her up high enough so that her feet dangled on the ground. Rebekah clenched her cheeks and shrieked as her big sister began to spank with the palm of her hand.

"Next time I tell you to do something," Freya wasn't spanking Rebekah fast but each time her hand landed, Rebekah yelped in pain. The lecture sounded something like this, "you will," a loud crack of hand spanking flesh and a spanked child yelping, "do exactly what I tell you. You know better," Freya's palm slammed home and Rebekah's voice indicated how much that hurt. "You know it's against the rules to rub before," Freya's fingers bounced against a bruise on Rebekah's undercurve and she shouted bloody murder. Freya kept scolding her little sister after the shouts died down. "No rubbing while you're still being punished. And if you ever try and run away from a spanking," Freya spanked the unblemished inner right thigh and Rebekah whimpered and kicked her dangling legs a little bit, "we're going to borrow one of Elijah's belts every night for a week!"

Rebekah felt what little sass and defiance she had left drain from her body. "I'll never do it again, ma'am! I promise!"

Freya was satisfied that Rebekah understood who the boss was. But they still needed to get to the initial crime that landed Rebekah in hot water in the first place.

"Nooooooooo," Rebekah whispered in horror as Freya picked the spatula back up, "please just use your hand!"

"You're getting another good paddling with this," Freya told Rebekah, swatting her left inner thigh with the horrid silicone blade.

Fresh tears building up, Rebekah could only bow her head. But Freya saw her nod. She was getting some good results. And, as much as she didn't want to make Rebekah cry anymore, she wanted to make sure the next lesson stuck.

"You nearly killed a New Orleans citizen," Freya said as she gently tapped the spatula all over Rebekah's backside. It reignited the sting and made Rebekah moan unhappily. "And when I stopped you, what did you do?"

"I insulted you," Rebekah said, "but I don't care to repeat what I said."

"Good," Freya said, "because if I hear that type of language from you again, you're getting your mouth washed out on top of getting another hot bottom."

"Yes, ma'am," Rebekah said. She licked her lips and whimpered again as Freya kept tapping all over her cheeks with the horrid little spatula. "I shan't use such sexist language again."

Freya almost changed her mind. She could hear the sincerity in Rebekah's voice. And she knew that this was unlikely to become a pattern. She was stuck in the body and mind of a sixteen-year-old girl and was fighting with Marcel. She'd been itching to blow up for days now. The fact that she was owning up so easily to her mistakes showcased a lot of maturity. If Rebekah was still mortal, Freya would have helped her off her lap and gotten to the cuddling and forgiveness. But Rebekah was a vampire and she needed to learn to live with her teenage limitations.

And the best way to do that was dealing with a smarting bottom for a few days when her behavior called for it.

So Freya lifted her parenting tool up high and brought up painful looking red welts on the very sensitive skin of Rebekah's inner thighs. Magic prevented Rebekah from wiggling or kicking as her thighs were given one hell of a paddling. She states at her useless dangling feet and sobbed. The twin sensations of the silicone blade imbedding new fire into thin skin with so many nerves and the fire settling into a horrid sting that got worse each passing second was such an effective lesson plan! Her delicate inner thighs throbbed so much more than durable cheeks where the first paddling had been concentrated on.

Rebekah's pained screeches and shouts could be heard all over the compound as the flat little square of a silicone paddle steadily tanned the pale white skin of her thighs a bright, angry red. Rebekah pounded her fists on the ground and tasted her salty tears. But her punishment commenced. Freya was judge, jury, and executioner and Rebekah's crimes had called for severe punishment.

Freya smacked hot fire all over Rebekah's backside, making sure that from the crest of her buttocks to the top of her knees got ample correction. She took care to give her sit spots extra attention, determined to make sure this punishment convinced her sister to behave. Sitting on bruises would make the lesson pop. Rebekah's howls eventually died down, but Freya's arm did not. She planned to make sure every inch of pale skin that she was punishing was covered in marks that would take at least a day to fully heal. She wanted her little sister to really feel this over the coming days.

By the time her punishment was over, Rebekah was lying limply over her big sister's knee.

After fixing sister's clothes, Freya set the spatula on the table and pulled Rebekah into her arms. She'd planned to lecture Rebekah a little bit more about why not killing New Orleans humans was so important, but with her baby sister's arms clinging around her and her shoulders shaking with pained and guilty tears, she realized there was no need. Rebekah had learned her lesson. And, as she ran her hand through Rebekah's soft hair and kissed her forehead over and over, Freya learned hers too. Her family needed a firm hand, but they needed compassion and love even more.

"I know I was hard on you, my little sister," Freya said. She swallowed back some of her own tears as Rebekah tilted her head and looked up at her with little sister adoration. She buried her face in Rebekah's neck to hide her shame. "I fear I don't know how to be kind to you."

"You're doing a good job right now," Rebekah said as she ran her own had up and down Freya's arm.

Freya shook her head.

Rebekah grabbed her chin and forced Freya to look into her eyes. "Admit you're doing a good job or," the mischief in Rebekah's bright blue eyes were quite devilish, "I'll tell Elijah you're falling into self-destructive self-talk."

"I don't know what that even means," Freya said.

"It's bad," Rebekah said, "and Elijah thinks the best cure for it is a long talk over his knee."

"Or you could just have Cami explain it to me," Freya said.

"When I can sit down comfortably again," Rebekah rubbed her bottom before settling down into a comfortable little ball in Freya's arms. "Maybe." Her pout was really adorable so Freya had no choice but to kiss her again.

Today I dressed my unicorn in preparation for the race.
Ensemble, 2016

"Are we ready, Daddy?" Hope asked.

All furniture and clutter except the water fountain had been removed by Marcel from the courtyard. Klaus has drawn six different race lines perfect circles. Rebekah had just put the last marker down. He stood up and walked over to his daughter. "Not yet. We're missing one thing. Can you figure it out?"

Hope mimicked the way her father had looked around the courtyard. She saw everything Klaus did. Everything was in in its place for race of the century. She couldn't figure out what was missing. But as perplexed as she was, she wasn't going to ask for help. She'd figure it out herself. She bit her bottom lip and thought.

"Who are you rooting for?" Rebekah asked.

Freya was walking down the stairs. "I don't understand what you mean, sister."

"Race track," Rebekah said, "who do you think will win?"

Hope wiggled and jumped out of Klaus' arms. "Sorry, Daddy. I forgot to get the runners."

Freya still looked confused as her little niece dashed right past her and to her room.

"The Stuffed Animal Darby of '16," Kol said, "her six favorite unicorns are going to compete to see who is faster."

"Twilight Sparkle," Freya said with confidence of a cartoon loving nerd as she made her way over to Kol, who had set up a table of ingredients in hallway just outside the courtyard.

"Don't count out Lady Rainicorn," Kol said with a cackle. While he was a big fan of Adventure Time, it wasn't one of his favorite cartoons that was behind his mad laugh. It was the ingredients he'd put together to make Hope's wildest dreams come true that was bringing out his inner mad scientist magician.

"No cheating!" Hope scolded her uncle. She was holding Rainicorn, Lady Amalthea, and Twilight Sparkle in her arms as she ran down the stairs. From behind her, Hayley was holding three slightly less beloved unicorns in Hope's vast collection: Buttercup, Unico, and Lady Pupper the Rapidash.

"Lady Pupper," Hayley said with confidence of anyone who grew up watching Pokémon.

"I'm a classics guy at heart," Marcel said, tapping his chest, "so my lack of money is on Lady Amalthea."

"It's going to be Twilight Sparkle," Freya said.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Kol cackled as Klaus gently set each unicorn in their place. "C'mon, my little bunny rabbit," Hope skipped happily over to Kol and jumped into his arms, "we have a spell to cast."

After a nod from Klaus, Elijah spoke, "On your mark," Hope started to chant the Quenya incantation that Kol wrote, "get set," Hope looked up and, "Go!"

All six unicorns came to life and began to run.

(Twilight Sparkle won.)

(Later:

"Kol, tell me you didn't forget to write in the stuffed animals going back to normal after the race," Elijah said as Lady Pupper poured some tea for Lady Amalthea during a delightful noon snack with Hope and Unico, who were having soda instead of tea.

"Forget?" Kol sounded offended, "I would never. Ouch! 'Lijah, that hurt."

"It will if you don't fix this," Elijah threatened.

"Oh no," Freya said, "I think Rainicorn and Buttercup are going to fight."

Smack!

"I'm on it," Kol said with a scowl as he rubbed his sore bottom and turned the paper over to start a new incantation.

Freya fretted, "I don't think this fight is in character."

"Please be more concerned about them pulling real swords out of nowhere," Hayley begged.

There was another crack as Elijah smacked Kol again. "Spank me after I fix this mess, Elijah."

"Oh, I will," Elijah promised.

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart," Klaus said as he sat down next to Lady Pupper, who handed him a glass of tea with such grace that Lady Amalthea began to cry in joy.)