Pairing: Ric/Damon-Enzo (M/MM) paddle, hand
Darkness prompt for Chanelle/Damon-Enzo prompt for multiple readers.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Mikaelson Mansion
Grounds
Earlier
"Wow, that was fast. You just ordered the wood," Aaron commented, surveying the stacks of lumber outside. It was afternoon and he stood in the massive backyard with Finn hearing about the upcoming plans for the stables.
"Aye, I might have paid a bit extra for the haste, but you did not hear that from me," Finn grinned, putting an arm around Aaron. "Have you ever been around horses?"
Aaron looked sad for a moment, his blue eyes filling with tears. "Ah, yeah, when I was little. My mom had grown up with that stuff. You know, competitive riding. That's one of the few memories I have, sitting on one of our ponies. I think his name was Harry."
"That is a nice memory," Finn replied.
"Well, actually, the horses scared the heck of me. They were so big and smelled bad. I think I cried and my nanny had to come get me," Aaron answered. "I had a lot of nannies, my parents were busy people. Even rich people can't buy more time."
"That is something we should probably discuss, your inheritance," Finn said. "Dr. Wes gave me the paperwork for your finances. It seems like it is all in a trust, but we can draw on it for your education and living expenses. Wes issued you a weekly allowance?"
Aaron shrugged, "Yeah, a hundred a week, give or take."
"That seems like a lot for a young man of your age," Finn observed.
"But it's my money," Aaron snapped, pulling away from Finn quickly to glare at him.
"How about $25 to start and we'll add extra if you complete all of your chores. I am happy to pay you for helping with the stables, if you like," Finn said, ignoring the daggers being shot at him with Aaron's blazing eyes. The boy had been placid just a moment ago. Klaus had chatted with Finn earlier about teenagers and their moods. Klaus said to expect mood swings and a lot of irritation from the boy, that it was normal.
"Okay, whatever," Aaron said, realizing that he had several hundred dollars stashed in his wallet already. "Can I go call Nessie now? She was supposed to come over, but I'm not sure she's allowed to. You know, to help paint?"
"Sure," Finn said, checking the markings on the plastic covered wood. "But maybe see if Caroline and Stefan are willing to help you."
"The little kids want to help also, but Elijah said they were too young," Aaron reported.
Finn nodded, "Aye, they might be, but it would be a nice gesture for you to let them do some simple tasks. It tis up to you, though, as it is your room. Unless, of course, you would rather take Wes' room now."
Aaron considered it. "No, but thanks. I kinda like the smaller room and it's right by the kitchen."
"And the back door," Finn joked. "But I do not have to worry about you leaving again. Correct?"
Aaron subconsciously rubbed the seat of his jeans. Even Sage warned him that she'd add to his spanking if he ever snuck out again. She had seemed like she really meant it, too. No more sneaking out. Plus, Aaron had gotten Nessie in trouble with her dad.
"No, sir," Aaron mumbled. "I'm not pulling that one again. No way."
"Go on, then, Son. Call your friend," Finn encouraged. "I hope she fared well last night."
Singerman Residence
Early Afternoon
"Nessie, it's way past noon. You need to get up now," George said after opening his teenage daughter's room. It was dark and he could see Nessie's pink and black curly hair popping out of the covers.
"Ah, Dad? What time is it?" Nessie moaned, turning to her side.
"12:45 pm," George said. "I dropped your little sister off at her friend's house for a playdate. Come on, get up and get something to eat. I made french toast."
"You cooked? And Jessica has a friend?" Nessie asked, sitting up carefully. Her backside felt fine, but she remembered going to bed on her stomach the night before after her father had swatted her with the wooden spoon. She had stashed the stupid thing in her nightstand, hoping to forget about it.
"Yeah, another girl from her class. I think she told you about her...," George said, folding his well-muscled arms across his chest.
"Sorry, Dad. I'm going to pay more attention to her," Nessie promised, pulling her hair into a loose bun.
"She'd like that. But then we have some things to discuss. I'll let you get yourself together," George said, heading to the kitchen to get more coffee. It was times like this that made his miss his ex-wife even more. She'd always seemed to know what to do with the kids. George flinched to realize that that was maybe why she had fled. He'd dumped much of the parenting on her, when he was trying to focus on his career.
Nessie came out a few minutes later.
"Dad? Are you really not mad at me?" Nessie asked anxiously, standing in the open doorway of the compact kitchen.
George put down his mug. "No, sweetheart. I told you, I'm not. You've been punished for last night and it's done with. I just can't have you doing things like this. Do you know how many kids I had to pull out of ditches? Dead?"
George got up and heated up some french toast in the microwave.
Nessie picked at her fingernails, scraping off some of the black polish she favored.
"Yeah, I know," Nessie said. "But I-...Wait, how's Caroline?"
"Vampire," George said, taking the plate out of the microwave and setting it on the kitchen table.
"Oh," Nessie said. "That's not good."
"The sheriff called. She said Caroline's okay, just adjusting. But that could have been you. She's staying at the Mikaelsons," George relayed. "I don't think I want you over there."
"But that's where Aaron lives!" Nessie protested.
"I know, but they are vampires," George said, getting Nessie some utensils.
"Yeah, but so are a lot of people around here. They aren't all like the one who attacked Caroline. Really? I like go to school with them," Nessie explained, getting up to get the syrup.
George sighed, "I guess you are right. You really like this boy, huh?"
"Just as a friend," Nessie said, sitting down and dumping a large portion of syrup on her meal.
"Whoa, that's enough," George grinned. "You always did like the sweet stuff."
Nessie smiled, "Can I have my phone? You said I'm not grounded so..."
George nodded and pulled her phone out of his pocket.
"Here. Oh, the damn thing is buzzing," George exclaimed.
"It's Aaron," Nessie said, her mouth full.
"Cool," Nessie said, answering. "Aaron, hey...Um, I think, let me ask my dad."
George got up. "I'll drive you over there. But any funny business and..."
"I know. I get the spoon again," Nessie smirked, pressing the phone to her chest so Aaron didn't overhear.
"That's right," George said, going to get his shoes and his keys. He wondered if Sheriff Forbes was still over at the Mikaelsons.
***
Mikealson Mansion
Basement
An Hour Later
"Mom, I'm feeling...good. Really, I actually feel electric. Stop freaking out," Caroline pleaded, as Liz Forbes looked her over carefully again.
"I just can't believe it. You look even prettier than you usually do," Liz breathed, touching Caroline's light blond hair. Liz looked at Stefan. "Her skin, it's just glowing."
Stefan revealed, "She said the same thing about my skin."
"Don't let it go to your head," Caroline warned. "I am pretty thirsty, but Stefan here is making sure I don't go nuts. He's a great babysitter, Mom. You don't have to worry about me. Did you call Daddy?"
Liz frowned, "I tried, but there was no answer. You can call him later. You know your dad, he's probably meditating or working out...Whatever the hell he does when I call."
Caroline nodded, "It's fine. But maybe he doesn't need to know until I see him. You know if he sees I'm okay, he won't freak as bad."
Liz agreed, "Maybe that is for the best. Bill would probably take it better from you anyway. So are you staying down here? It's kinda dark and gloomy. It looks like our lock up in town."
Stefan got up from the chair he was siting in.
"Actually, I think Caroline will be out of here by tomorrow. This is just a precaution, but Liz, she's doing really well. I mean, I've never seen anything like it...," Stefan mentioned. "Usually baby vamps are ravenous and foaming at the mouth at the smell of a human. Care seems just fine, though."
"Seriously? Tomorrow?" Caroline gushed interrupting Stefan, and vamping up to envelope him in a big hug. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Stefan flushed and waited until he could breath again.
"Let me catch my breath," Stefan said.
"Oh, sorry. I guess I forgot how strong I am," Caroline laughed, turning to wink at her mom.
"I didn't tell you because it's contingent on your control," Stefan said. "We'll give it a few more hours, but just the fact that you can be around humans without your fangs popping out is amazing."
Caroline's face lit up. "See, Mom? I'm an amazing vampire. You can get that worried look off your face. You are going to get wrinkles."
"Get? I have a bunch from you already, Caroline. God, last night was horrible," Liz said. "I just can't get seeing you so pale and limp on that couch out of my mind."
Caroline took Liz's hand in hers. "It's okay, Mom. Really? Stefan, can we show her around?"
"Yeah, you have your daylight ring," Stefan said, pointing.
"Thanks to Bonnie," Caroline said, holding it up.
"I always loved this house. I think antique dealers lived her before. An older couple I think. Retired to Florida?" Liz mused.
"Come on. I just hope you aren't afraid of snakes," Stefan grinned. "Or dogs."
"No, just afraid of losing my little girl," Liz said, sniffing.
"Oh Mom," Caroline said, going to comfort the older woman. Stefan waited until Liz was okay and then they headed up to tour the grounds.
Outside
George pulled up to the grand mansion.
"Oh look, there's Caroline and the sheriff," Nessie said, getting out of the passenger seat.
George pulled himself out.
"Hey, deputy," Liz called out.
"Sheriff," George said, smiling at the fit blonde woman who was his boss. "Caroline, it's good to see you up and about!"
"Yes, we're taking Mom on a tour. Hey, Nessie, you here for Aaron?" Caroline asked, shielding her eyes from the sun.
Stefan gave her his sunglasses and she put them on.
George shook hands with Stefan.
"How's the driving going? You're not still speeding around town still, are you?" George joked.
"No, sir. I haven't even been allowed to drive," Stefan admitted. "Come on, I'll show you where they are building the stables. It's kind of a surprise for my brother Damon."
George and Liz trailed behind as the teens led the way to the back of the property.
"Liz, she looks wonderful," George said, as they walked. "But how are you holding up?"
"I know. I-I just can't believe it. I had the most horrible night. They gave me something to put me out, but I had nightmares that she was gone," Liz admitted. "This is real, isn't it?"
"I could pinch you, if you'd like," George teased.
"No, if this was a dream, I wouldn't have these dark circles under my eyes, right?" Liz retorted.
"You look beautiful," George said, before he caught himself. "I'm sorry, I-..."
"Don't be," Liz said wryly, patting him on the arm. "Let's just be regular folks for a little while."
"Watch your step," George exclaimed, as Liz stumbled over a small rise in the ground. He took her arm and she didn't let go.
Lake House
Evening
"Damon! You are cheating," Elena bellowed, giving Damon a light kick on the shin. They were now playing Monopoly.
"You guys made me the banker," Damon said sheepishly.
Jenna yawned, "Forget it. I'm out. I don't know about the rest of you but I am hitting the sheets. Ric?"
Ric nodded, "Me, too. You guys don't stay up too late."
"It's like 10," Jeremy stated. "And we're on vacation!"
"Yeah, yeah," Jenna said, getting up and kissing him on the head. "You have another hour or two, then get your butt into bed."
"Fine," Jeremy said, as Jenna messed up his hair. "Watch the hair!"
Jenna kissed April and Elena. "Night, kids."
"I'm going to head up, too," Lucy said, yawning. "I guess us old folks can't party like these kids can."
"Hey, I'm the oldest here and I'm wide awake," Damon pointed out, starting to put the money back in the box, including the bills he had stowed in his sleeve.
"What a cheater!" Elena repeated, rolling her eyes.
"Technically, I was older than you when I was made," Enzo grinned. "So you have to do what I say."
"That will be the day," Damon quipped. "Night, guys."
Ric patted Damon on the shoulder and leaned down.
"Don't go nuts. Remember what Klaus told me," Ric whispered.
"Yeah, don't have fun. Don't get drunk. Blah, blah, blah," Damon guffawed. "I got it, Alaric. Go to bed, old man."
Ric grinned and took an unopened wine bottle and two glasses.
"I didn't say we were going to sleep," Ric announced.
Jeremy groaned, "Gross."
Bonnie threw some popcorn at him.
"I think it's cute," Bonnie said.
Enzo smiled, "I do, too. I suppose I am a romantic at heart. So what should we play now?"
April smirked, "How about Truth or Dare?"
"No way. Not with this crowd," Jeremy protested. "What about Never Would I Ever?"
"Isn't that a drinking game?" Damon smirked.
"Yeah, so? I have have a couple of beers," Jeremy protested.
"Little Gilbert, you are so brave," Damon snickered.
"Well, what do you want to play, Damon? Strip poker?" Bonnie retorted.
Damon reddened, "Oh, hell no. Can't we just sit outside? It's a beautiful night."
"Yeah, we can sit on the dock for a little bit," Elena said, getting a blanket for herself and tossing one to April and Bonnie.
"What? We don't get one," Enzo teased.
"Nope," Bonnie said, sticking her tongue out at him. "You are already full of hot air."
Enzo grinned and got a weird look from Damon.
"Grab the cooler, bro," Damon ordered. "I have something special in my bag just for us."
***
A half hour later, Jeremy and April were playing Truth or Dare together as Enzo told Bonnie and Elena how he got to be captured by the Augustines during WWII. Damon sipped his best bourbon, that he had stolen from Elijah's liquor cabinet. He moaned, "Oh God, I've heard this story a million times. Literary."
"Damon, we've never heard it," Elena chided. "Go on, Enzo. You were wounded and...?"
Damon took another long pull from the bourbon letting it burn his throat. He closed his eyes a moment and thought he heard someone or something calling his name. Damon opened his eyes, but it was clear that no one had heard anything.
"I'm going to take a leak," Damon said, walking down the path near the edge of the woods.
Jeremy and April had plunged into the chilly lake water.
"Come in, guys! It's not bad once you get used to it," Jeremy hollered from below.
Bonnie grinned at Enzo and Elena.
"What the hell? You only live once, right?" Bonnie said, taking off her button down shirt.
"No way, it's too cold," Elena said, looking to see where Damon had disappeared to. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Enzo, toss her in!" Bonnie laughed.
"No!" Elena squealed as Enzo picked her up. "Wait, my phone."
Elena dropped her cell on the dock and shrieked as Elena plunged her into the water. It was exhilarating.
Damon found the nearest tree and started to urinate on him. The bourbon had calmed his nerves, but he was feeling low. He had carried the bottle with him and emptied the rest of it into his mouth as he watered the old tree. The tension was rising in him. His Tribrid senses heard the others jumping in the lake and laughing. Elena's laugh was like music to his ears at first. Then, he recalled her face when they broke up. She loved him...but a part of her also loved Stefan. He loved Stefan...But didn't Stefan want him to be happy? How could he be happy without his other half?
Damon zipped his fly and smashed the empty liquor bottle into the tree trunk, smashing it into bits. Damon picked up a shard of glass. He rolled up his sleeve and was ready to cut with the jagged edge when the fog rolled in.
"What the fuck?" Damon hissed, stumbling back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you?" a man's voice purred.
Damon looked around. "Where are you? How did you get through?"
"I'm in your head. Open your eyes," the voice commanded.
Damon did and saw the male witch from the night before.
"Who are you?" Damon hissed, trying to access his hybrid side but feeling blocked.
"Stop that. You cannot turn now. I came here to give you a message," the man said, his deep voice almost sensual.
"You're that dude that was with the Sisters," Damon accused.
The man stepped forward in Damon's line of sight. Damon tried to move but was trapped where he stood, unsure if this was real or a vision. The man was taller than Damon and had a chiseled, but handsome face with dark hair and piercing eyes. A dark hood obscured the rest of his figure.
"My name is Demetrius," he said. "But you can call me Dmitri. I am here for the doppelgänger."
Damon's face grew enraged and he smirked, "You'll have to go through me first. No one will ever hurt Elena. Now get the fuck out of here while you still can."
Dmitri laughed, "You harm a projection, man. You think we don't know what you are? But you misunderstand me."
Damon fought for control, but realized this witch was right. He couldn't even move, how would he protect her?
"Then, say what you mean!" Damon growled, the fog obscuring the figure for a long moment. Damon wondered if it was over, before hearing the voice again.
"They have my sister. She's also a double," Dmitri explained. "If I can't get your friend, then I don't know what the Strix will do to her. She's my twin...they said they would free her if I got another one."
Damon thought about all the evil organizations he had encountered and knew about.
"I'm sorry, buddy," Damon started, "but you know the Strix are lying. They will never let you or your sister go."
Dmitri nodded, "I know. But maybe I can help you and your family bring them down. When your uncle goes to New Orleans, they will all be there. Tell him his only chance is to invoke Ludum Regale, he will know what it means. They still have the charter somewhere."
Damon saw pain and fear in Dmitri's face.
"You are going to get killed for this, aren't you?" Damon asked.
Dmitri shrugged, as if unaffected, "I'm a dead man already. I was the day I joined the Sisters, no one leaves Tristan de Martel's coven alive. If I don't make it, please ask your family to try to save my sister."
"What's her name?" Damon asked, as the fog seemed thicker.
"Lucia," Dmitri reported. "In our language, it means 'light.' In the true prophecy, you will need a light in the darkness..."
Dmitri faded and Damon called out, "What prophecy? Dude, don't go yet!"
Damon fell back on his haunches into the darkness.
Near Lake
Bonnie's teeth clattered uncontrollably.
"It's f-freezing," Bonnie stammered as Enzo wrapped her in the blanket. They had only frolicked for a few minutes in the freezing water before rushing back to the dock to grab the blankets.
"Elena, take them in," Enzo said, looking off into the distance. "You are all shivering. I'm going to go look for Damon."
Jeremy and April shared a blanket as they stumbled into the lake house.
Elena looked worried, "What the hell is he doing? He's been gone a while."
"I'll bring his drunk arse back," Enzo vowed.
Bonnie chattered, "Y-You h-have no r-room to talk."
Enzo laughed, picking up the bottle that Bonnie had been eyeing, "This gin is keeping me warn since I didn't get a blanket. You go. We'll be in soon."
Elena frowned and wrapped herself tighter in the blanket.
"Get him now. You know how he g-gets all weird. He s-shouldn't be a-alone," Elena said, shuddering. "Bon, l-let's go..."
Enzo picked up the bottle of gin that Damon brought for him and started down the dark path to the trees, as the girls ran back to the house. He thought he spied Damon on the ground, but the air seemed thick and foggy. It was hard to see.
"Damon?" Enzo yelled, but he didn't hear a response.
Damon awoke to Enzo shaking him.
"Damon, wake up!" Enzo said, about to slap him. He was eager to get back to the house. The darkness seemed oppressive and the fog didn't help, although it was clearing out.
"Fuck, man, hold up," Damon hissed.
"You're bleeding all over the place," Enzo pointed out.
"Oh, um, I must have fallen on this bottle. I was thinking about Elena and...Enzo, I just had the weirdest dream!" Damon said, recalling the dark figure of the man. What had he said?
"A dream? You passed out drunk. Come on, the others went inside. Let's get you cleaned up," Enzo urged, helping Damon up.
"Wait, you still have some gin left? Gimme some. I need to clear my head," Damon moaned, yanking the bottle from Enzo.
As Damon drank, Enzo pulled the bottle back. "You drank yours! That is mine."
Enzo gulped the rest as Damon snatched it back.
"Come on. Let's finish this and then go in. I-I want to see if anyone is up this path," Damon stated.
"Wait, Ric said not to leave the boundary," Enzo said, as Damon trotted forward, still gulping from the bottle. He made a last try and got the reminder of the gin.
"I just thought I heard something," Damon said, pausing to look around. "It must have all been in my head. I don't smell anything or anyone, except your breath."
Enzo punched him as he chugged the last of the clear alcohol.
"Whoa, that hit the spot. Um, Damon, can I ask you something?" Enzo said.
Damon leaned against a tree and looked at his old friend.
"What? Does Lucy 'fancy' you?" Damon cackled.
"Aye, what do you think? She didn't scold me mean today. Do you think I have a chance with her?" Enzo pressed. "I thought I saw her looking at me a few times when you were cheating your way through Monopoly."
"Um, not sure, but I think someone else might have a thing for you," Damon proposed.
"Who?" Enzo asked, clueless. He ran his arms over his wet shirt. He wasn't really cold, but he was uncomfortable. He hated the darkness in the woods...it felt endless. Enzo frowned and looked back longingly for the house. But he wanted to know what Damon thought about his situation with the lady.
"Bonnie," Damon replied, checking the cuts on his back to make sure they healed. He must have landed on the remnants of the glass bottle somehow.
"Bonnie? Nay, you are daft. She's too young," Enzo argued, but then he thought. "Damn, she may have been flirting with me, but it's hard to tell."
"Dude, she was on you," Damon said, looking up at the night sky through the trees. "Did you see fog? Or was that in my head, too?"
"No, I saw fog," Enzo declared. "We best get back. Or at least let's go closer to the house. Damon, it's really dark. Let's go back."
Damon slumped down against the tree.
"Give me a minute. I can't face Elena right now, not when I'm this drunk. Here, grab some of this trunk," Damon encouraged, patting the area next to him. "I just need to think..."
Enzo came and sat by Damon a minute.
"Just a minute," Enzo said, feeling the world spin. He wasn't used to that much drink...it emboldened him to withstand his fear of the dark, but it was pretty damn dark out here.
"Are your clothes wet?" Damon asked, but Enzo was passing out. Damon put an arm around Enzo and leaned his head against him. He thought about the vision, struggling to recall what happened. He shivered and shut his eyes. Just a minute of rest was all he needed.
***
"Jesus, what the hell are you two idiots doing?" Ric roared, kicking Damon's legs with his foot.
Damon jerked awake with a start.
"Fuck, Ric! Um, we, ah, just," Damon murmured, unsure for a second where he was. He had been dreaming of Elena and a man...
"I thought you were kidnapped! I was ready to call Klaus, for Christ's sake. Get up!" Ric ordered, blinding them both momentarily with a large flashlight that he was carrying. Ric had a crossbow slung over his other arm.
Enzo yawned, "Ric? Are you hunting? Shit, we just closed our eyes for a minute."
"Hurry up. I'm not hunting. I was looking for you idiots. Everyone else is in bed but you two! You are lucky that Lucy and Bonnie fibbed about the boundary or you would be well-beyond it!" Ric reprimanded angrily. "It's clear we can't trust your drunk asses to have common sense! Is this gin?"
Ric picked up the empty gin bottle.
"What does it look like?" Damon smarted, lazily getting up.
Ric put down the bottle and grabbed Damon roughly, laying several hard cracks on his backside.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Owww, Ric! What was that for?" Damon yelped, covering his bottom with his hands.
"You stole that from the house, didn't you?" Ric accused. "And why are you all covered in blood, Damon? You two better tell me what the hell happened out here! It's almost 3 o'clock in the morning. You must have been out here for hours."
Damon and Enzo exchanged a look, but Enzo gulped, "Um, Damon came out to take a piss and we were drinking a lot..."
Ric turned on Enzo and whacked his seat several times.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
"You were allowed to bring beer, not the whole Mikaelson liquor cabinet," Ric snapped. "Yeah, I saw the splinters of that fancy bourbon. I bet if I called Elijah he could tell me where it came from, right?"
"Ric! Don't," Damon pleaded. "I took it, okay. Then, I came out to take a leak and like passed out. I thought I heard something but...I guess it was nothing. Then, we fell asleep."
"You feel asleep? Out past where you thought the boundary was? Dammit, guys, you are getting the paddle for this. Come on, no need to wake up the whole house," Ric fumed, picking up the empty bottle. "We don't litter in the forest! Follow me."
"Ric, come on, you aren't really going to thrash us, right?" Enzo whined. "Like you said, we weren't out of bounds, right?"
"Right, but you didn't know that so you disobeyed me," Ric snarled, marching down to the tree where Damon had smashed the bourbon bottle. "You two wash up from the blood and don't move. I'll be back."
Enzo winced, never seeing Ric that heated.
"Where's he off to?" Enzo asked, watching Ric's flashlight bounce up and down as he jogged back to the house. "He was just jesting about that paddle, wasn't he?"
Damon ignored Enzo as he went to the edge of the lake and washed his face and hands in the cold water. It cleared his head enough for him to realize how much trouble they were in.
"Damon," Enzo breathed. "Ric wasn't jesting."
Ric stomped back to where the boys were, holding a paddle and a small jar.
"Ah, I guess I know what the paddle is for, Ric," Damon started. "But do we want to know what's in the jar?"
"No, but I'll tell you. It's vervain and wolfsbane mixed with lotion," Ric revealed. "I promised Klaus I would keep you two in line and I aim to. Now, bare your asses and grab onto your knees."
Damon's eyes got big, he tried, "But Ric, something may have happened to me out there...Like a vision or something. There was a guy in black, I think he had an accent...Slavic, maybe? Tell him about the fog, Enzo!"
Enzo eagerly tried to explain, "Aye, there was a fog and Damon was on the ground. Maybe he didn't just past out from drink? Ric, consider it-!"
"Enough," Ric thundered. "You are getting your butts whooped for getting drunk and wandered out to pass out in the forest. Keep lying and I'll cut a switch and really light you two up. Now, drop 'em and bend over. Then, I'll call Klaus to come pick you two up. Got it?"
Damon gulped, seeing that Ric was in no mood for mercy. The history teacher was in his slippers and robe and his hair was askew.
Damon undid his pants and underwear and leaned over facing the lake. Ric unscrewed the jar and took a dollop of the greasy lotion and smeared it over Damon's backside and thighs.
Damon hissed as he felt the lotion heat up and burn slightly.
"Enzo, hurry up," Ric chided, leaving Damon bent over.
Enzo looked to Damon and sighed loudly, yanking down his pants and drawers.
"I can't bloody believe this," Enzo moaned.
Ric smacked him once on each cheek.
"Well, you were warned what would happen if you misbehaved," Ric lectured. "Now, stay down, Damon. Enzo is first. I have a feeling you are more guilty here."
"Guilty as charged," Damon agreed.
Ric set the flashlight up to give himself some light.
Ric patted Damon's outstretched behind with the paddle. It wasn't as large as the one he had at school, but it was oak.
"I had my buddy make me this at school for just such an occasion," Ric mused. "Now, you stay down and think about your safety. You put us all at risk with this shit. Stick out your butt more Damon. I don't want to hit anything by accident."
Damon sucked in his breath and adjusted his position. It was still dark, but he glanced up at the house hoping now one could see.
Pop!
Damon heard the loud crack before feeling the sting of the board descend across both cheeks. He let out an "Argggggh", but held on tightly to his knees.
Pop!
"Owwww, Ric," Damon blurted, the paddle stung fiercely.
Pop!
"Oh, this is just the beginning," Ric warned. "Don't move."
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Damon couldn't take it and reared up almost grabbing his scotched cheeks with his hands. Ric batted them away.
"Your hands will burn! Don't touch and keep your shirt out of the way. I want that bottom bared. Five more," Ric warned. "If you can't stand still, I'll put the two of you over my knee."
Ric tapped his own leg with the paddle, glad that he could use it in either position if needed. He spied a fallen log a bit away in case he needed to back up his threat.
Damon blinked back tears of pain and embarrassment.
"Riccc, it freaking hurts!" Damon wailed, slowly getting back in position.
"I know, pal. That's how I know this is effective. Five more," Ric stated, lining up the paddle again. He couldn't see that well, but Damon's behind already seemed to glow.
Pop! Pop!
Damon broke into sobbed as he "ohhhed" at each loud whack of the paddle.
Pop! Pop!
POP!
"OWWWWWWWW!" Damon howled, leaping up and almost touching his rear end.
"That last one didn't count. Back over," Ric ordered, pushing up Damon's shirt out of the way to bare his bottom.
"No," Damon cried. "I'm sorryyyy. I shouldn't h-have brought the b-booze..."
"No, you were warned," Ric said, putting a hand on Damon's back to steady him and get him leaning over again. Damon wept as he bent over.
POP!
"OWWWWW-AHHHHH," Damon exclaimed, stomping to stay in position this time.
"Okay, you're done with the paddle," Ric said, moving over to Enzo.
"Ric, we're real sorry," Enzo pleaded, looking at the ground.
"I know," Ric said. "But you need to be punished. If I can't trust you, we're leaving."
"No, don't," Enzo wailed, as Ric asked if he was ready.
Pop!
Enzo groaned, but didn't move. He couldn't believe the hot burn. It must have been the lotion, but the feeling was very intense.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Enzo raised up and inhaled deeply, tears coursing down his cheeks.
"Stay over or you're going over my lap. I would like to get back to bed tonight," Ric warned.
Enzo looked over at Damon who had stopped crying, but was still dancing from foot to foot.
"Aye, b-but it feels like you're branding me arse," Enzo complained.
"It's a spanking. If you don't like it, behave yourself," Ric chastised. "Now over."
Enzo leaned over and braced himself for the next swat.
Pop! Pop!
"Ouccchhhhh," Enzo moaned, unable to stop himself from popping up. His vision was obscured by tears, but he felt Ric drag him to the log.
"Damon, grab the flashlight," Ric yelled. Damon, his pants still down, stumbled to obey.
"No, Ric," Enzo begged.
Ric sat and pulled Enzo face down, throwing his right leg over him.
Pop! Pop!
Enzo's hands hit the ground and he knew he could overpower the human if he had to, but mentally he felt like a naughty little boy.
Pop! Pop!
"Ohhhhhh," Enzo wailed, squirming as much as he could.
POP!
"And this is for not listening," Ric said, putting the paddle aside and spanking Enzo's cheeks with his hand in a blistering fashion.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"There, now get up!" Ric ordered. Damon had pulled up his pants and was watching silently.
"Damon, I didn't say pull up your pants. Get over here," Ric roared sharply.
"Ric! Come on," Damon whimpered.
"Over here now, or I made the call," Ric warned.
Damon trudged over and let Ric put him over his lap.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"This is for trying to tell me a story to get out of your punishment," Ric said, paddling Damon's seared rump in a fast litany of smacks.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Damon kicked into the ground as Ric hadn't bothered to secure his legs.
"Ohhhhh," Damon moaned, breaking into fresh tears.
"Now, we'll put up your pants," Ric said, helping Damon up and pulling up his pants.
Damon winced as the fabric of his underwear scraped back his bottom.
Ric pulled him into a hug.
"I hated to do that, buddy," Ric said. "But you two left me no choice. Enzo, pull up your pants. Come over here."
Enzo stamped and bit his lip as he pulled up his pants. Ric pulled him into a hug and tousled his hair.
"There. All forgiven, but I swear you two even think about anymore boozing and taking off and I will spank you in front of everyone. Got it?" Ric warned.
"Yeah," Damon sniffled.
"Yes, s-sir," Enzo stammered.
"Now, wash your faces," Ric said, picking up the paddle and his flashlight. "And get that bottle."
***
Lake House
Five Minutes Earlier
"Oh, they are really getting it," Bonnie snickered.
Elena elbowed her out of range of the small window on the side of the bedroom they shared. "Let me see!"
Elena covered her giggles. "Yeah, that paddle is really doing a number on them."
"What are you two doing?" Lucy hissed, wrapping her robe around her and scurrying to the window.
"Ric is spanking the boys. Guess he found them," Bonnie acknowledged.
"You shouldn't be watching," Lucy said, but she peered down and saw Enzo. "Oh yeah, wow. Ouch! Now, you two get into bed before I warm your little spying bottoms for you."
Elena took one last look and got back into bed.
