Pairing: Klaus/Damon (M/M) hand, ruler
Thanks to everyone for their input about this part of the story. There were varying viewpoints about what should happen, but I tried to accommodate the best I could.
Mikaelson Mansion
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Evening
Stefan wanted to cry when Lexi left. She hugged him and told him to call her if she needed him.
"I'm good, Lexi. You go back to your vacation. I want to meet this boyfriend soon," Stefan attested, holding back his emotions. He didn't want to make her fell worse about leaving than she already did.
"You will. We'll come back. I wouldn't leave you if I didn't think it would be okay," Lexi said, looking outside. "Well, night is a wasting. I better go. And you be good, I heard there is a magic hairbrush here..."
Stefan groaned, "No, I will be perfect. I'm turning a new leaf."
"Call me, okay?" Lexi said one last time.
"I will," Stefan vowed. "Come on, you better go. I want you home safely."
Lexi hugged Stefan tighter and then turned and walked back to her car. He didn't bother to pressure her about trying to get a daylight ring. Lexi was old school and only came out at night. She didn't like to mingle with witches, but respected his choices in doing what he needed to do to survive in Mystic Falls.
"Heading up to bed," Kol asked, passing through the grand entrance.
"Yeah, my friend Lexi just leave," Stefan noted. "Guess I have to face Damon now."
Kol shrugged, "He can sleep on the couch in my room. Also, I think there is a maid's quarters near the kitchen. You could take that room."
"I think Enzo is in there," Stefan replied. "But thanks. It's funny but all these years and Damon and I never shared a room, even as kids."
"Rich boys, huh?" Kol laughed, "Oh, we all had to share a loft whilst we grew up. We will rammed in there like sardines. Can you believe they used to complain about my snoring? The nerve of some."
"Yeah, sounds rough," Stefan said. "Um, Kol, maybe I'll take your couch if it doesn't go well tonight. Would you mind?"
"No, of course not. I have ear plugs should you need them," Kol joked, patting Stefan on the back.
Stefan laughed and started to climb the stair case. He found Klaus and Damon in the bedroom talking.
"If I'm interrupting something I can come back. I was thinking of sleeping in Kol's room anyway," Stefan explained.
Klaus exclaimed, "Oh good God no, his snoring is horrific. Look, we were waiting for you. I think we need to have a chat."
Stefan nodded. He sat down on the couch and waited. Damon didn't look happy.
"Stef," Damon started. "I know you probably can't stand the sight of me right now. But I am sorry about earlier. I should never had tried to punish you, when I was in that state."
"No, you shouldn't have," Stefan mumbled. "But I'm fine, it's over. Can we just forget it?"
"No, I don't think that is a good idea," Klaus interjected.
"Klaus, you really think you are the best person to mediate here? Your idea of working things out with your siblings was to dagger them!" Stefan shot back.
Klaus recoiled a bit, but recovered quickly. Damon went to speak, but Klaus held up his hand.
"No, he's right. For many years, I couldn't deal with disagreements or what I perceived as betrayal," Klaus confessed in his posh British accent. "I used my power to silence my siblings. That was wrong. They have forgiven me, or are at least trying to. But I am hear to explain that Damon may not totally be at fault here. When the Travelers tried to possess him and Enzo, the proposed passengers may have...left some residual personality traits in them. For Damon, it seems like anger. And for Enzo, an insatiable lust."
"Or Damon is a raging maniac and Enzo is a pervert!" Stefan retorted. "Bonnie said she cleared away everything. Is this just your way of making Damon less culpable? If it is, that's low, even for you."
Damon stood and went to sit by Stefan.
"Stefan, I didn't believe it at first either, but there's maybe something to it. At any rate, man, I'll never forgive myself for being too hard on you. And that's the truth," Damon admitted. "Magic or no magic...I screwed up."
Stefan exhaled loudly, "I'm fine, Damon. I said I want to drop it. Can we just move on here?"
Damon stared into the fire. "Yeah, sure."
Klaus stood, saying, "I was planning to thrash Damon right in front of you. He not only was too hard on you, he could have killed himself with his defense of me. That is not acceptable."
Stefan looked up in horror, "No, Klaus, don't. The last thing I want to see is Damon getting whipped again. I dealt with enough of that from Giuseppe. Please, punish him if you need to, but not in front of me."
Klaus sighed, "Then, perhaps you better retire with Kol tonight after all."
Stefan stood to leave, "Yeah, I think he has ear plugs. I don't want to see this, but I do think Damon was a fool for trying to save you."
Klaus smiled wryly, saying, "Then, we agree about one thing."
Damon gulped, "Do you have to talk about me like I'm not here? Jesus."
Stefan gathered up some clothes and toiletries.
"Good luck, Brother," Stefan said. "We'll talk more tomorrow."
"Yeah, thanks a lot," Damon muttered, watching him go. To Klaus, Damon complained, "You don't have to do this. I'm already on your stupid 'restriction.' Isn't that enough punishment?"
"For possibly killing yourself? I think not," Klaus said firmly. "Now, bathe and change for bed. I will return in a half an hour and I expect you to be in the corner contemplating your misbehavior. Is that clear?"
Damon blustered, "In the corner? Are you fucking serious?"
Klaus vamped to Damon and peppered his backside with strong whacks that left Damon howling.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"Do I seem serious to you now, Damon?" Klaus snapped, still swatting as Damon twisted and stomped.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"YEAH!" Damon finally growled. The smacks lighting up his behind fiercely and bringing tears to his eyes. Without his healing, he couldn't take the impromptu spanking well. It hurt.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"I mean, yes sir," Damon gulped. "Remember my h-healing is off, t-too!"
Crack! Crack! Crack!
"I am very well aware of that, Son," Klaus said, his blue-green eyes filled with compassion. "But I will never again have your risk your immortal life for anyone again. Not the doppelgänger, not your brother, and certainly not me!"
"I-I got it," Damon shrieked as Klaus released him. His hands flew back to massage his stinging behind.
"See? That is what happens when you misbehave when you are on notice," Klaus explained. "Any cheek, cursing, or backtalk and you will be firmly spanked on the seat of your pants or minus them."
Damon whined, "Okay...I get it. Can I go shower now?"
Klaus exhaled, "Yes, thirty minutes. And I will find you where when I return?"
"Standing in the corner like a baby," Damon complained. "What you said that this might not even be my fault? What if I jumped in front of you because of the 'residual magic?'"
"Nice try," Klaus smiled. "But I think we both know that had nothing to do with it."
Damon wanted to argue but his smarting bottom reminded him to remain silent. He headed for the shower, unsure of how he was supposed to shave, wash his hair, exfoliate, and scrub in under thirty minutes. Klaus was out of his mind.
Finn's Quarters
Klaus left Damon's room and knocked on Finn's door. After dinner, he had looked in on Wes and Aaron. They had opted in eat in their quarters as Aaron was still being petulant and feeling under the weather. Wes said they were retiring early. Stefan's harsh and true words nagged at Klaus. He hadn't seen Finn much when Sage wasn't around.
"Enter," he heard his eldest brother say gruffly.
"Niklaus, I am sorry I missed dinner, but Sage and I were shopping," Finn explained, getting up.
"Ah yes," Klaus said. "I am hearing you two are planning to build your own home here?"
Finn smiled in delight. "We are. Sage has been showing me all the new styles and building materials. She says that we have have a home that is rustic and has remnants from our old home."
Klaus could see the appeal of that for Finn.
"Ah, sounds lovely. You know, Brother, this house sits on many acres. There is a beautiful spot by a lake that may be perfect for your needs. Would you consider it?" Klaus offered.
Finn was hesitant a moment, saying, "You know, that might be perfect. We've grown to love Julian and Indy. I don't want to be far from them. Sage wants me to try my hand with designing some sketches. Can you believe it? Me drawing? Next I will be painting. Ha. Will you show us this land tomorrow?"
Klaus looked at the drawing materials on the desk. There were renderings of cabin style homes set in the woods. Rough, some looked like the old structures on their farm.
"Yes, of course," Klaus said. "Finn, I am overjoyed for you in finding love with Sage again. Seeing you two together makes my heart heavy in that it was I who kept you apart. Can you ever truly forgive me?"
Finn gestured for Klaus to sit down.
"Brother, I admit that my heart was hardened against you for a time," Finn recalled. "But in truth, you may have been right to dagger me. I saw no future in life as a vampire. I thought all was lost. Now, you might have overcorrected a good deal in the length you kept me in that coffin..."
Klaus squeezed his eyes shut.
"Aye, it was foolhardy of me," Klaus went on. "We dragged you around, sometimes Kol, in those boxes for centuries. Until we reached the shores of New Orleans, we were always on the run. I just feared Father would get to you."
"I do not know if that was a valid fear," Finn explained. "Father changed when Freya died. After that, I never heard a kind word from him after that. He used to even look through me, like I, too, was dead to him. Why bring this up now though? Something troubles you?"
Klaus shrugged, "Nothing. It is just something Stefan said...Say, may I borrow that ruler. It looks rather heavy and substantial."
"Take it," Finn said with a look of curiosity. "I am done for the evening. Sage is working from home tonight."
"Working?" Klaus inquired, hefting the ruler. "I didn't realize she had employment."
"Oh, she is the employer," Finn corrected. "She runs a network of folks who locate people and information. She developed it looking for me."
Klaus looked up sharply, saying, "Interesting. We may have need of her services. There is a coven in question I would like to find. I will ask her about it in the morn. Good night, Finn. And thanks."
***
Damon's Bedroom
Damon started at the wall in frustration. It would have been less painful to stand in the corner if Klaus had compelled him. Doing it voluntary was awful. Damon shuffled his feet and rubbed his backside with his right hand. He felt like a naughty boy again and heat lit up his face and neck. He listened to water dripping from the shower head.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
Damon shook his still wet head and groaned, punching the wall. He might be angry but he was careful not to dent that wall. He'd probably get another spanking for that.
"Fuck!" Damon roared. "This is stupid!"
Klaus walked in.
"That language. Tsk, tsk," Klaus snapped. "Did you brush your teeth yet?"
"Not that well," Damon admitted. He hadn't had time. He barely dried himself off in his rush to get to the corner in the allotted time.
"Well, you will brush tonight with soap if I hear one more curse come out of your mouth," Klaus warned. "Thought about your behavior?"
Damon realized that he hadn't. Damn, he couldn't lie to an Original. He quickly thought about propelling himself in front of Klaus during the battle.
"Yes, sir," Damon said after a long moment.
"Good. Anything you would like to share?" Klaus prompted as he set the heavy ruler on the high bed. He glanced around the room, wondering how he should do this.
"I hate standing in the corner. It sucks!" Damon attested.
Klaus chuckled, "Well, it's not just a punishment, it's a way to get you to calm down and realize why you are being disciplined. Do you feel calmer?"
Damon kicked the wall lightly, groaning, "No! I feel like a f-freakin' child. I did you a favor and you humiliate me for it."
Klaus looked up suddenly, ejecting, "Damon, come here immediately. I don't wish to humiliate you. I love you, Son. That is why I am doing this. All of this, for you."
Damon turned and walked toward Klaus, feeling dread and a sense of shame.
"I'm not worth it," Damon said. "I ruin everything I touch...Can you not see that? Don't waste your time on me."
Klaus came and put his hands on Damon's shoulders.
"Look at me, Damon," Klaus said. "I struggle with these feelings, too. We have all made scores of mistakes, many terrible ones, but if we are survive, we have to learn to move on. Did you brother not say that? Move on and forgive others and ourselves. Do you understand? If we do not do that, we have no future. Only pain."
Damon nodded and finally looked up at Klaus with his piercing blue eyes.
"I guess we are more alike that I ever realized. I don't know why I jumped in front of you, but I think maybe..."
Damon faltered, this was hard to admit.
"Go on," Klaus urged. "You need not be ashamed."
"I think maybe I do care about you," Damon confided. "I thought of others having dads that loved them and I couldn't relate...I didn't want you to die."
Klaus brought Damon into a rough hug and held him. Damon once hated Klaus for threatening to take Elena away, now he didn't know what he felt for the Original hybrid.
"Thank you for telling me that," Klaus said in a low voice. "But you shall never do it again. I didn't think I'd have to wallop you again so soon, but it seems to do you a world of good."
"I was drunk the first time," Damon clarified, now noticing the heavy 18 inch ruler. "What's that for?"
"Your stubborn backside," Klaus shared, sitting far back on the bed. "Now, I aim for you to cooperate. If you choose not to, we will repeat this lesson before breakfast. Now, hop up."
Damon grimaced as he arranged himself over Klaus' lap.
"What are you thinking?" Klaus inquired, arranging Damon a bit so his legs and arms were on the bed.
"Truthfully, how my mother used to do this. I remember I kicked a maid who pinched my cheeks hard. She was so shocked, she ordered me to my room. I thought it was funny and she found me playing with my toy soldiers. She scolded me something terrible and then sat on my bed and spanked me hard. It must have been the first time because I was really shocked. Guess I should have gotten used to it," Damon quipped.
Klaus handed Damon a bed pillow to hold on to.
"Your mother was a beautiful woman and so strong," Klaus added. "I bet you never did that again."
"H-heck no," Damon smiled, wiggling a bit. "I guess I did learn my lesson. She sang me to sleep after and didn't tell my father afterward. I guess she did love me."
"I'm sure she did," Klaus said. "Now, spread your legs a bit and no clenching. It just makes it worse."
Damon obeyed and tried to focus on getting this over with. It felt oddly comforting to be in this position, so close to his...Klaus. He wasn't ready to think of his as a dad. They may be blood, but for now, that was all he could process.
Smack!
Damon felt the first smack and shifted. Klaus began to swat the seat of Damon's thin pajama pants steadily.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
The warmth spread as Klaus varying the blows to Damon's entire lower seat area.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Damon smiled and started to relax, maybe the Original had decided to go easy on him since his healing was off. The smacking was bearable, he thought.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Damon squirmed as Klaus lowered his swats lower. He gasped out a short, "Owww."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Are you thinking about your behavior?" Klaus inquired.
Damon let out an "awww" and said, "Yes, sir...I'm so-sorry. Can we be done now?"
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Klaus let out a laugh and paused to shuck down Damon's pants.
"Oh, I see you are wearing your new white briefs from the tailor's. We shall make a true noble of you yet," Klaus proposed, arranging them slightly. "Or you wanted a bit of padding, hmm?"
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Damon cringed, that was exactly what he was thinking. He considered wearing two pairs, but figured he would get busted. The smacks felt firmer over his cotton briefs.
"Oh," Damon yelped as a smack landed on his bare thigh. "Owwwwww."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Let it out. You need not be brave in front of me," Klaus coaxed. "The sooner you accept your punishment, the sooner it would be over."
Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.
The spanking was really starting to sting, but Damon screwed his eyes shut and concentrated. He wasn't going to cry.
Slap! Slap!
Klaus stopped the random swats and begun to concentrate on the fullest part of Damon's backside, right in the middle.
Slap. Slap.
"Ouch!" Damon cried, kicking up his feet a bit. His pants were at his knees and hampering his ability to move them freely.
"Go on, kick up a storm," Klaus encouraged. "You aren't going anywhere until you are truly repentant about what you did."
Slap! Slap!
The whacks over Damon's underpants continued for another minute. Although Klaus was swatting slowly, the smacks were harder. Damon gripped his pillow and tried to shift his burning backside, but Klaus pinned him down flat with his left arm.
Slap! Slap!
Damon felt his eyes fill with tears, but refused to let them fall. It was just a simple hand spanking. He could take more, he knew.
"Your life is important to me," Klaus said. "I want the chance to get to know you better and make amends for...leaving your mother. Do you understand?"
Slap! Slap!
Damon grunted, "Yeah, I-I get it. Totally."
Slap! Slap.
"Starting to get a bit warm back here," Klaus noted, raising his eye brows. "I think these briefs are ready to come down. You are really going to feel this on your bare bottom!"
Damon hissed as Klaus carefully pulled down his underpants after ordering him to lift up. Damon took the opportunity to throw back his right hand to block any further spanks.
"Move your hand," Klaus warned. "Or I'm going to hold it back here."
"I can't," Damon whined. The break in spanking had made any thoughts of further swats to be untenable.
"Fine," Klaus said, pinning Damon's right hand to his lower back, as the tribrid tried to twist out of place. He finished slipped down Damon's underwear to meet the sleep pants around Damon's knees.
"No more. I've learned my lesson!" Damon begged, realizing that he was trapped. Klaus had a firm grip on his hand and started tapping the wooden ruler over his seared cheeks.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"Not yet, I think," Klaus noted. "But this ruler shall help you, I should think."
Klaus snapped down the wooden instrument making a cracking sound.
Crack!
"WWWWWHATT?" Damon heaved, breaking into sobs.
Whap! Whap!
Klaus flicked the ruler on the center of each cheek, back and forth.
Whap! Whap!
Then, he started to work down the ruler to the top of Damon's thighs as his boy sobbed and cried.
"Let it out," Klaus coaxed. "You are getting a good spanking, but then you will feel someone better. It's a funny thing..."
Whap! Whap!
Damon tried to kick the best that he could, but his pants hampered him and he settled for twisting the sheets in his left hand. He wiped his face on them and they darkened with his tears.
Whap! Whap!
"Please, s-stop!" Damon hollered, as Klaus paddled the ruler down until Damon's bottom and the top of his thighs were a dark red.
"Almost done," Klaus soothed. "I'm going to get you ten more hard ones."
Thwap! Thwap!
Klaus cracked the flat side of the heavy ruler down twice across both cheeks. Then, he did the same thing slightly lower for the remaining swats.
Thwap! Thwap!
Thwap! Thwap!
Thwap! Thwap!
Thwap! Thwap!
Damon was crying so hard he could barely breath. The sizzling in his rear was white hot and he was broken. He finally lay limply and sobbed into his left fist, barely realizing Klaus had stopped the spanking.
"There, all done," Klaus comforted. He tossed the ruler aside and let go off Damon's hand, as the ancient vampire rubbed his back. Klaus then removed Damon's pants and underwear which were twisted around his feet.
"You don't need those," Klaus noted. He then helped Damon get up saying, "You're all right, lad. All forgiven."
Damon sniffled and let Klaus pull him into a hug on his lap. His shirt provided him with some modesty in the front, but he realized his throbbing backside was hanging out the back.
Klaus whispered, "Get in on your stomach. I'll get some lotion for that behind. It's a solid red."
Damon turned and looked in the dresser mirror. He saw his scotched bottom and went to gingerly touch it. He could felt the heat radiating off of it, but it was too sore to touch. Damon saw the lines from the ruler outlines in a slightly darker red.
Klaus put Damon on his feet and peeled back the cover on the grand bed. Damon got in on his stomach and felt Klaus rubbing a cool lotion into his stinging rear a moment later. He meant to ask what it was, but the exhaustion overtook him and he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
"Works every time," Klaus said to himself. He leaned over and kissed Damon on the head, leaving the ruler and the lotion next to the bed. Klaus figured this wouldn't be the last time a son of his would need it.
And he was right.
