*Thank you for the beautiful comments and suggestions! Keep them coming. I will try to honor all requests, if possible. I will keep this story going as long as there is interest in it. -EM

Pairing: Elijah/Kol (M/M) belt, hand

Leaving the Salvatore Boarding House

March 22, 2012

Damon slouched down in the passenger seat of the big black SUV. He was surprised Klaus didn't have a driver, but he was exiting out of the Salvatore Boarding House driveway at top speed.

"So I am gonna have to call ya 'Daddy?'" Damon asked with a smirk. His smile then turned into a grimace as they hit a bump. His bottom was throbbing in his tight jeans. He couldn't wait to change his clothes.

"Marcel used to call me Papa, but you can still call me Klaus if you want to. You know, Damon, I think we have more in common than I previously realized," Klaus said, turning onto the main street on route to his mansion.

"What? We are murderous bastards?" Damon prompted, watching his own house recede in the rear view mirror.
"I don't care for that word. Actually, your poor language shocks me. I always thought of low people and the downtrodden cursing like you do. I think you ought to rein it in a bit," Klaus noted.

"You have been my dad for like five minutes and are always lecturing me on my language? Are you fucking serious?" Damon asked incredulously.

"I am quite serious," Klaus said. "You can ask Kol and Rebekah but Elijah can be old-fashioned and strict about certain things, like manners and clothing. He's your uncle now."
"My dutch uncle?" Damon joked.
Klaus frowned, "Elijah also has no sense of humor. Prepare yourself."

"Oh, he stabbed me with a pencil once...Or was it a pen? I didn't pay an Original vampire the proper respect. He ruined my favorite t-shirt," Damon recalled, thinking of the incident at Whitmore College a few weeks back.

"That's Elijah alright. But now that you are family, we have a different way of dealing with each other," Klaus said, glancing at Damon, his son. "As you have seen?"

Damon squirmed, trying to find a comfortable position, but it was a waste of time.

"Oh, I've seen alright! If you think you are just going to beat me when I piss you off. You have another thing coming," Damon growled.

Klaus pulled over abruptly to the side of the road. Damon heard honking and the driver behind them angrily gestured.

"What the hell, man?" Damon shrieked. The jarring stop would have caused a human him to hit his head against the window, but Damon's vampire reflexes prevented that assault at least.

"Damon, I am sorry we got off to such a poor start," Klaus said. "In truth, your brother called me. He didn't wish to see you fall into despair and vice. But you must know, I would never beat you. Ever."

"But you just bared my ass and beat me, Klaus! Are you brain dead or just stupid," Damon snapped.

Klaus inhaled and tried to calm himself. After a moment, he tried again, "You were behaving like a child, I gave you a good spanking. Believe me, I know the difference, my own so-called father, Mikael, nearly killed me several times when I was a boy. He was a violent and cruel tyrant. I would never treat you as thus."

Damon nodded, "Yes, Giuseppe Salvatore was cut from the same cloth. He literally did kill me...and Stefan. But when I was a human, he'd often get drunk and whip me or hurt me just because he could."

Klaus leaned back and closed his eyes.

"I wish I could take that away from you," Klaus said with emotion.
"You can't. I've tried. I had to take it to protect Stef," Damon shared. "And my mother. Remember her?"

"Of course I do," Klaus said.

"When I became a vampire, my scars healed," Damon said roughly, rolling up his sleeve to expose his forearm. "But right here I had a big one. Giuseppe accused me of stealing money from him. He put his cigar out on my arm."
Klaus' hybrid eyes blazed orange a moment.

"I wish I could bring him back to life, just so I could kill him. I swear, you will never thus be mistreated like that again," Klaus swore.

"But you said Elijah is a dick about stuff. I'm sure he'd delight in stabbing me with his fancy gold pens," Damon said lightly, trying to cover up his despair.

Klaus grabbed Damon's hand.

"He would never hurt one of our own like that. Never. We'll talk about rules and such at the house," Klaus said, restarting the SUV.

"I can't believe I'm going with you. I guess you would have just compelled me if I tried to resist you?" Damon prompted.

Klaus grinned, "Now that's an idea. I happen to know you are on vervain. I can smell it on you. And that's not our style. I might have thrashed your sore bum again, though. And I think you realized Stefan needs a bit of a break from all this."
Damon sighed, "Yeah, he is probably calling Elena right now to patch things up."

"Ah yes, the beautiful doppelgänger," Klaus laughed. "That's another thing we have in common. Katerina Petrova..."

Damon scrunched up his face, saying, "Yuck, we, um, both...did the same girl? Ugh, in my defense, I was a kid."

Klaus pulled back into traffic. "Yes, and you still are. Now, let's get you home."
Damon shifted his throbbing cheeks again and didn't correct Klaus.

Mikaelson Mansion

Kol leapt over the leather couch and pounced on Finn.

"Oh, you cut that ugly mop of hair finally," Kol laughed, rubbing his fist over Finn's brown hair.

Finn pushed him off, snarling, "Kol, stop touching me. I thought I was due an update. Rebekah trimmed it for me."

Elijah strolled in. "Kol, feet off the coffee table! And I helped Finn shave. No more straight razors, boys. They invented a safety razor. It doesn't shave as closely, but it does the job."

Kol was delighted, "Ah, nice. No straight razors, no razor strop. I like this modern age much."

Elijah clamped a hand down on Kol's shoulder, "I still wear a belt, young man. And you are going to feel it across your behind if I see you jumping over the couch again."

Kol whined, "Elijah, stop. I just spent a bloody century inside my coffin. Does that not count for anything? I just want to have a little fun."

"Fun is what got you put in that coffin, Kol. Now, behave and maybe Niklaus will take you out later. They should be here shortly," Elijah directed, wiping the coffee table off with a dust rag.

Rebekah flounced in wearing a tight, low-cut dress. Finn's eyes grew large and he looked away in confusion.

"Finn, it's the modern fashions. I quite like them, but many ladies now wear trousers. Isn't that delightful?" Rebekah purred, sitting down on the leather chair.

"Delightful, yes," Kol laughed. "After sundown, I hope Nik takes me out to the finest brothels in this town. It has been a while."

Elijah rearranged the flower vase.

"Kol, this isn't New Orleans," Elijah said. "And I'm afraid that there are no brothels here. You will have to work at finding yourself a nice girl to take out, for once."

"What? Where do all the working girls, um, gather?" Kol asked, licking his lips.

Elijah shrugged, "There is something called the Web. It is a device in which you can meet people and chat. There are video pictures on it. But I don't want you to indulge in such things. Remember, we are posing as a regular, human family. We are to behave as such. They may not have whorehouses, but there are still vampire hunters afoot."

Rebekah giggled, "But Elijah, I saw the pictures on the motion picture box. People were...kissing and doing other things. Surely, this age is not as prudish as you have described."
Before Elijah could respond, they heard the front door open.

"They are here. Remember, Damon is of our blood now. He is to be treated as family. Behave yourselves," Elijah warned, casting a stern glance at Kol.

"Why are you looking at me? I didn't do a thing!" Kol complained.

"Kol, do you ever shut your trap?" Finn asked.

Kol scowled at Finn and then rolled his eyes.

"Elijah, can you pop a dagger back in him? Please," Kol begged.

Finn stood up, "I suppose I must shut you up myself!"

Elijah patted him. "Brother, please. Ignore his antics. Niklaus wants you all to make a good impression on his...son."

"Since the other one is dead," Kol hissed.

Rebekah sniffed and vamped to Kol, as Elijah pulled them apart.

"Enough," Elijah growled.

Klaus breezed in, "Ah, nice. You are all here. Damon, meet my eldest brother, Finn. Our sister, Rebekah and our little brother, Kol. Siblings, this is my son, Damon Salvatore."

Rebekah flashed a last look of annoyance at Kol and vamped to Damon.

"Hello, Damon. It tis very nice to meet you," Rebekah said shyly.

"Oh, hey," Damon said, suddenly overwhelmed by meeting three new Originals.

Kol came over and extended his hand. Damon shook it.

"I am actually older than Rebekah, don't let her fool you," Kol advised. "She's a major brat."

Rebekah slapped Kol on the arm.

"You're an arse," Rebekah sneered.

Finn turned and nodded to the younger vampire.

"I am Finn," Finn said simply. "Niklaus, is there anymore of that beer?"

Klaus replied, "Ah yes, Brother. I picked up another few cases for you. They are in the vehicle, out in the driveway."

Klaus pointed in the direction of the car, but realized Finn wouldn't be able to open it.

"Kol, do help him," Klaus said, tossing his keys to Kol. "Push the red button on that fob and the trunk will pop over."

"I thought slavery was outlawed," Kol groused.

"Kol, I've about had it with the poor attitude," Elijah warned. "Now, Damon, may I show you your room? It's right this way."

Elijah picked up the suitcases that Damon had packed.

Damon followed Elijah up a grand staircase that led to the second floor. Damon couldn't help but be impressed. Unlike the boarding house, this mansion was filled with lots of natural lighting.

"Nice windows," Damon commented.

"I think so, too. Are you a student of architecture, Damon?" Elijah inquired.

"Not really. I had the Boarding House built in 1914, right before the Great War. I had an architect from New England design most of it. I really wanted something completely different from the family estate, which is now a pile of ashes," Damon said, as they arrived on the landing.

"Like so much of the past. I tried to tell my siblings about all the carnage they missed whilst in their long sleeps. I don't think the human mind can really appreciate the vast tolls of the modern wars. You served in the War Between the States, I believe?" Elijah asked, continuing the last flight to the second floor.

"Yes, I also fought in WW2 in the U.S. Army. You?" Damon questioned.

"No, I was not able to do so, though I spent some time in France and Germany in, I believe, '41 and '42. Those were dark days," Elijah said gravely. "Damon, I am happy you are joining us. I know this all must be a terrible shock for you."

Damon felt himself flush and replied, "Actually, I've been pretty drunk the whole week. But ah, Klaus, got me sobered up a bit."

Elijah smiled, "I hope he didn't entice you into, what do they call it? The hair of the dog? Ah, here we are, your quarters..."
Elijah set the suitcases down and opened the door. Damon pushed through and gasped.

"Whoa, this is really something!" Damon said. His own bedroom was nice at the Boarding House, but this was really impressive.

"The fire place is wood burning. A bit dirty, but we are old fashioned in that regard. The balconies overlook the garden. There is a sauna and jacuzzi bath, all marble, of course," Elijah said, putting the suitcases on the stands.

"This bed is fucking amazing," Damon gasped. It was a four poster with elaborate carvings.

Elijah cleared his throat.

"It's solid oak in the Renaissance style. The tapestry is of Adam and Eve," Elijah explained. "I found it at auction. I must admit I have a love of all things from that time, minus the plague and supernatural hunters."
Damon snapped out of his surprise.
"Thanks. I probably won't be staying that long. Stefan needed some time is all...Klaus mentioned you have some rules?" Damon asked, looking at his suitcases in longing.

"Nothing we need discuss now. I think we'll have a family sit down later. My siblings have only been undaggered a week and they are feeling the strain of the world passing them by. I think a discussion of dos and don'ts would do us all some good. But you take some time and settle in," Elijah coaxed. "Dinner will be served at 6pm sharp. I hope you have some appropriate clothing?"

Damon shrugged, "Ah yeah, I have a couple of jackets. Do you dress for dinner every night?"

Elijah now looked surprised, saying, "Yes, of course. Let me know if you need anything. There's a hidden refrigerator as your right side table stocked with blood, water, and some carbonated beverages. I'm right down the hall. Last door on the left."

Damon heard shouting from the ajar door and Elijah's face tightened.

"Excuse me. I may have a minor rebellion to put down. Rest, Nephew," Elijah said. "We'll speak more at dinner."

Damon nodded. After Elijah left, he threw himself down on the grand bed on his stomach. His sore backside was finally healing a little. Maybe this place wasn't so much. He assumed they had an excellent selection of liquors and wines. Damon could really use a drink right now.

Second Floor Hallway

Elijah exited Damon's new quarters to find a beer bottle spilling into the silk runner in the hallway.

"This carpet was a fortune," Elijah scolded, vamping to pick up the bottle.
Rebekah was in front of Finn, holding him back. Kol was snickering and making faces at their eldest brother.

"Finn is quite clumsy. Maybe you all shouldn't have let him rot for the last 900 years?" Kol started.

"Kol, that is quite enough. What happened?" Elijah asked, looking at Finn and Rebekah.

Rebekah exclaimed, "He knocked the bottle out of Finn's hand and said it was an accident. Elijah, he is out of control! If he acted like this in the old house..."
"What? You all would have daggered me? For what, that stupid paragon diamond! I still owe you one for that Rebekah and I shalln't forget!" Kol raged.

Finn was confused, "I do not know of what you speak. I only wish for the solace of my chamber."

Elijah grabbed Kol. "Rebekah, take Finn to his quarters and help him get cleaned up. We will be having supper at 6pm sharp. We're going to be discussing rules and consequences. But I see, this can't wait for Kol..."

Rebekah smirked at Kol and took Finn's arm to guide him into his room. The eldest vampire seemed disoriented and confused at times. He needed plenty of time to rest and space to relax. Elijah had his room sparsely decorated in simple and plain furniture, which suited the former Viking well.

Kol tried to squirm out of Elijah's grasp.

"Elijah, bugger off! I am fine," Kol snapped.

Elijah tightened his grip and shoved Kol into his bedroom without ceremony.

"You are not fine, Kol," Elijah said, shutting the door. "I know you are angry and out of sorts, but attacking Finn is not going to help."

"How do you know? You don't like him any better than I do. He hates us. He hates what we are, he always did," Kol exploded.

Elijah shoved Kol into a chair.

"That is no longer true. This last century has shown me clarity. I missed all of you. You have no idea what I've been through with Niklaus. I thought I was helping him break his curse. But yet, he had already done it. He was trying to create an army of hybrids, but that was a total fiasco. Kol, I am sorry. I should have undaggered you sooner," Elijah finished, sitting down himself on the couch, next to Kol. He looked into his rakishly handsome brother's face and tried to put a hand on his cheek.

Kol swept Elijah's hand away in frustration.
"Then why didn't you? I had friends in New Orleans. Friends who are most like long dead. I had things I was doing...Now, Marcellus is dead, we are back where we started. Why, Elijah?" Kol demanded. "Why didn't you release me sooner?"

Elijah breathed in and admitted, "I didn't know where your bodies were. Niklaus and I had a falling out in the 1940s. He told me he threw all of you into the ocean, Mother, too. I was ready to kill him, Kol."

Kol stood up in shock, gasping, "You were ready to end Nik? I almost don't believe that...Why did he hid us?"

"He cracked, Kol. He wasn't himself after Marcel. He daggered me also. Niklaus slew Father. He's gone. Truly and finally gone," Elijah revealed.

Kol's eyes narrowed, "Mikael is dead. Nik told me but I almost didn't believe him. You know how he tells stories...What of Marcellus?"

Elijah leaned back and put his hands over his eyes.

"Burned in the fires Mikael set. We watched the city burn in 1919 before we fled. Niklaus and Rebekah went to Chicago. I drew Mikael away for decades," Elijah said quietly.

"I was daggered in 1914. That's five years, Big Brother," Kol said bitterly. "I had allegiances. Things going on. I would have helped..."
Elijah slammed his hand down hard on the couch.

"Damnit, Kol, you were plotting against Niklaus with that diamond. It's time you take responsibility for it," Elijah shouted.

Kol shook his head. "And I was right to do it. Look at me, a hundred years lost. Don't you understand, Elijah? I don't trust him."

Elijah exhaled, "It will be different this time. I promise you, but no more plotting. We still have enemies out there. The witches have been trying to destroy us since day one. We need to be united. You have to forgive them, Kol. As they will forgive you."

"No, Elijah, I don't. My bitterness is all I have now," Kol snapped.

Elijah got up and grabbed Kol, swatting him on the seat of his dress slacks.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Owwww," Kol wailed, trying to dance away.
"Do not forget, while you slumbered, I grew stronger. Now, I'm going to introduce you to a new disciplinary tactic: the time out. You will sit in the chair on your sore behind until you can calm down," Elijah directed. He grabbed a desk chair and angled it to the corner.

Kol balked, "I am too old for this!"

Whack! Whack!

Elijah swatted him twice more and sat Kol down in the corner.

"I need to calm down myself. I love you, Kol. I always have but you can get under my skin like no creature on Earth. Now, sit and think about how you can find it in your heart to make things work here," Elijah said. "I'm going to check on the others and when I get back I hope to find you more obedient."

Kol scowled, "Or you'll hide me, eh? I cannot believe it took you a week to punish me."

Elijah let out the breath he was holding.

"Kol, it's not a punishment, just a way to settle you down," Elijah explained.

"It feels like a punishment," Kol mumbled.

Elijah smiled and reached over and hugged his brother from behind, kissing him on the head.

"Some things never change," Elijah responded. "But do not move from that spot, young man. Or you will regret it."
Kol nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.

Grand Dining Room

6:08pm

Elijah checked his watch and gave Klaus a look.

Klaus took a sip of the blood in his wine glass and pushed back in his chair.

"I'll go fetch him, I suppose," Klaus said, referring to Damon.

Damon rushed in, "Sorry, I fell asleep. You all didn't have to wait."

Kol mumbled, "Actually, we did."

"Oh, sorry," Damon said, taking the empty seat to Klaus' right.

Rebekah dinged on her wine glass with her fork.

"Is it time for a toast? Do they still do that?" Rebekah asked.

Klaus grinned, "Aye, that has not changed."

A servant behind Damon poured him some blood.

"Now that we are all here," Klaus said pointedly. "I'll like to say a few words..."

"Oh, bloody hell, here we go," Kol snarked.

"Kol," Elijah warned with a firm glance.

"Let him speak," Finn said. "I would like to hear our brother's words and if they are as flowery as ever."

"I will keep it brief," Klaus promised. "I toast to family. Family about all. To family new and old. To family wronged and abused. I hope this night paves the way for forgiveness and a new era of understanding between us. Always and forever."

"Always and forever," the Mikaelson siblings recited.

Damon was silent and then chimed in, "Always and forever."

"See? I was quick. Now, dig in. Elijah has compelled the finest chef in Virginia to make this meal," Klaus stated proudly. "And Finn always did enjoy roasted quail, if I remember correctly."

Finn begun to eat with his hands as the rest used their utensils.

"Finn, huh?" Damon started. "I met a girl named Sage a few months back...Does that name ring a bell?"

"Sage?" Finn asked in shock. "My woman Sage?"

Damon looked around, "Red hair, tall...old, um, yeah, maybe."
Finn stood, knocking over his chair.

"Take me to her," Finn demanded, vamping over and yanking Damon out of his chair.

"Well, I first met her in 1912 and then a few weeks ago, I saw her at the Mystic Grill. Let me call Matt Donovan," Damon exclaimed.
Klaus strode to Damon's side and pushed Finn aside.

"Control yourself, Brother," Klaus warned.

"Sage...," Finn said in shock.

Damon pulled out his cell phone and stepped away to make the call.

"She's there now," Damon explained. "I can drive him to the Grill."

"No," Klaus said. "I will. It's not completely safe for us out there. Your little friends could be trying to end us, Damon. I'll drive him. The rest of you have your discussion."

Kol got up and righted Finn's chair.

"Please, be seated," Elijah said, continuing to eat. "If this is the same Sage then perhaps Finn will adapt to this new world after all."

"How long was he daggered?" Damon asked, sitting back down and straightening his shirt.

"900 years," Kol smirked.

Damon coughed on his asparagus, choking, "900 years!"

"Yes, he's always been a bit dull," Rebekah laughed, taking a sip of her blood. "Elijah, any chance we could also have some real wine?"

"Of course, my dear," Elijah said, nodding to the server. "Just give it a moment to breath."

"So what did you want to discuss?" Rebekah asked, toying with her quail. She preferred chicken or even gumbo to this odd food.

"Just some rules for behavior. I noticed some tension. I am asking all of you to behave as well-bred humans for the time being. That is what we are posing as, that is what we shall act like. Do you all understand?" Elijah asked.
Rebekah pouted, "Well-bred? Does this mean I can't drink and smoke in public? Nor wear trousers?"

Elijah smiled, "You may wear pants as women now do. But due to your ages, I'm afraid that you and Kol will have to attend high school. This will also allow you to make some human friends and learn the norms of behavior."

"High school? Is there a low school?" Kol quipped. "As long as there are ladies there, I am game."

"Oh yeah, there are even cheerleaders there," Damon leered.

"Can I wear rogue on my cheeks and lips?" Rebekah asked lightly.

"Yes, Rebekah. You can adorn yourself according to the dress codes of the institution of learning. I want you to be as normal as possible," Elijah stated.

"What about me?" Damon said. "I am too old for high school. I was 25 when I was turned."

"That is true," Elijah said. "I would like you to get a job."

"A job," Damon burst out laughed. "I've never had a job. I did go to college several times, but a job."

Damon almost doubled over in laughter and Kol started laughing, too.

"Damon, I think it would do you some good," Elijah said. "And moving on. I expect all of you to dress properly according to your station. We shall go shopping tomorrow and get everyone the appropriate attire."

Rebekah clapped her hands. "Thank you, Elijah. I saw many things I should like to wear. Thank you."

"But if we are to live as humans, in public and private, I want you to blend in. Enjoy that wine, Sister, it shall be your last for a time," Elijah warned.

"Oh Elijah, you're no fun," Rebekah scoffed. "When Nik took us to the Grill the other night, all the teens were drinking and playing pool."
"Yes," Elijah said. "But I am afraid that is illegal. We need not draw on the ire of the law, but you can get your driver's license."

"I can already drive a motorcar," Kol informed the table.

"Yes, Kol, but now one needs a formal license. There is a test to pass, several in fact," Elijah said. "We need to get our paperwork and new identifications in order first."

"Cannot we just compel this law, as you say?" Kol asked, popping a roll in his mouth.

"The cops are all on vervain," Damon said. "Actually, half the town is..."

"How could that be? Vervain is so rare," Elijah inquired.

"Oh, Stefan and I grow it at the house. Um, ah, sort of on the town council. They don't know I'm a vampire and I'd like to keep it that way," Damon explained.

"I see," Elijah said. "We'll need to know everything. Now, as for some ground rules. Bedtime will be 11pm on weeknights."
Kol spit out his wine, "What? A bedtime. Save that shite for the children. I don't even wake up until 11am!"

Elijah looked at the table firmly. "That ends. We will all keep to a human schedule. There will be no feeding from humans at all. We will get blood from the blood bank or donors here at the house. No more rogue feedings, it is too risky."

Rebekah's eyes widened, "Bloody hell, Elijah. We are still vampires. We can drink, erase, and release!"

"No, they now have cameras to record such things. The cameras are tiny and we cannot detect them. We cannot take the risk," Elijah said calmly.

Kol stood up. "This is ridiculous. Does Klaus obey this silly rule? You?"

"Yes, it is our new way," Elijah said. "And if you cannot abide, there will be consequences."

"You said you would not dagger me again?" Kol fired back.

"And we shall not, but if you childishly break the rules, then you will be punished," Elijah said.

Damon stared down at his plate, unable to look up. He wanted to get up and leave, but the vampire felt something he hadn't felt in over a century: intimidation.

"Punished? Are you going to send us to bed without supper?" Rebekah mocked.

"Maybe? Or maybe I shall put you over my knee?" Elijah said without irony.

"You wouldn't dare! Nik wouldn't let you!" Rebekah argued, her voice rising.

"It was his idea," Elijah informed her. "And keep shouting and you will find out the truth in my words."

Rebekah stood, yelling, "Piss on this, Elijah. Kol and I can just take off. You can't stop us."
Elijah stood. "I can and I will. When I was researching the lumber yards in the Salvatore family, I found out a few things."

Damon looked confused, "That's when you found my mother's diary..."
"Right, but in Giuseppe's records, I found that the Wickery Bridge was made out of white oak. We burned it down, but a few pieces of it have gone missing," Elijah stated gravely.

Rebekah sunk back in her chair, "Fuck me. Fuck us...I think I'll finish that bottle." Rebekah signaled over and took the bottle of wine.

Kol slammed his fist down. "There's always a reason for you to keep us under your thumbs. First Father, now the white oak, the only bloody thing that can kill us! I don't believe you, Elijah."

Elijah stood and jerked Kol out of his chair.

"I wouldn't lie to you. Not about this," Elijah assured him.

"That's something a liar would say," Kol snapped, walking off.

"Kol, you come back here. One," Elijah started. "Two...you know what happens at three!"

Damon gulped, and asked Rebekah, "What happens at three?"

The Original vampire just shrugged, "I suppose he ends up with a sore arse!"

Elijah growled, "And enough with the language. That is going to be cause for an automatic spanking. Do you two hear?"

Elijah didn't wait for a response, but went to follow Kol.

Kol's Bedroom

"Ouch!" Kol waited as Elijah slapped his belt down across his white backside.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

Kol was bent over the bed with his trousers and drawers down. Elijah was holding him steady with his left hand as he whipped his behind the the doubled up leather in his right hand.

"Maybe if we had done this when we caught you with the paragon diamond, things would have been different," Elijah inferred, bringing down the strap harder.

WHAP! WHAP!
"Oh! Yes, I wouldn't have lied," Kol wailed. "Stoppppp!"

Elijah drew back the belt and brought it down hard on Kol's crease five times.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

When Kol finally let out a loud sob, Elijah dropped the belt. He started swatted Kol's striped behind with his hand. He could see the marks from the belt healing, but he wasn't sure he got through to his stubborn brother yet.

Crack. Crack.

"I knew you weren't going to like the new rules, but they are for our protection. Now, if I have to give you a spanking every day, I will," Elijah said. "But I would rather if you tried to behave for me."

Crack! Crack.

"OWwwww, I w-will. I'll be g-good!" Kol promised, as Elijah spanked his behind firmly and quickly.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

"Sometimes you have to sacrifice for the greater good," Elijah lectured.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

"I w-will!" Kol pleaded. "Stop. My b-bum is on f-fire!"

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Elijah spanked him another moment and then stopped and let his brother up.

"Oh Kol," Elijah said. He sat on the bed as Kol hopped up to rub and pulled his younger brother into an embrace.

"S-Sorry, 'Lijah," Kol sobbed.

"It's been a long time since I heard you say that," Elijah said, weeping himself. "Too long. Let me hold you a minute."

"J-Just d-don't t-tell anyone," Kol begged, rubbing his stinging bottom.

"I won't. Just as I won't ever lie to you again. I promise or you can spank my rear end," Elijah attested.

"C-can I g-get that in writing?" Kol jested.

Elijah laughed and pulled Kol in closer for just another moment.