Pairing: Jenna/Ric (F/M) hair brush

I did include a small prompt for all of you who wanted Damon to not cut his beautiful hair!

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Klaus' Bathroom

After Dinner

Damon eased into the tepid water and hissed, "Owww."

The marble tub was large and Klaus had drawn a warm, not hot, bath for his recently disciplined son. Damon had been too worn out to protest much. Plus, he did feel grubby from the earlier dunk in the quarry and he exploits with Kol and the spell. He had begged out of the bath earlier, claiming his bottom was too sore. Klaus had given him a brief reprieve, saying after dinner would be fine.

Klaus grimaced himself at Damon's wincing. He had been hard on his son and it pained him. He noticed that Damon hadn't ridden Azul tonight, which was a first.

"I'd take a thousand thrashings to spare you any pain, but I cannot have you disobeying me, Damon," Klaus said quietly, staring at himself in the mirror. Klaus' blue-green eyes looked troubled, even to himself. "But I am very proud of you. Mastering your magic is no small thing. Many lesser witches would have given up by now, but you persevered."

Klaus grabbed some bubble bath and started pouring it in the tub.

"Kol helped me a lot. He's actually a pretty good magic teacher now, though I think he's kind of afraid I'll lose it and blow up the house," Damon admitted. "Or him, though I guess I couldn't really kill him."

"You have a great deal of power," Klaus shared. "It can be a blessing and a curse. Stir the water around a bit."

Damon weakly protested, as he realized Klaus was giving him a bubble bath, "Hey, I'm not a kid!"

Klaus chuckled, "You are my kid and I shalln't have you perish now. You need to trust me, Damon. I will do whatever I can to keep you safe. I will not fail you, son."

"I-I do," Damon protested, but then softened seeing the pain in Klaus' eyes. "Well, mostly. You know, for over a century, everything was on me. Every decision, every problem. I had to keep Stef safe and I screwed up a lot. We went decades not seeing each other. If it wasn't for his friend Lexi, he'd have probably self-destructed long ago...The truth is that I barely trust myself."

Klaus put down the now empty bottle on the step and lowered himself to sit.

"Aye, I know that feeling well. It also pains me how alike we are. But I have learned, in these last few months, that redemption is possible. Change is here. Look at my brother, Finn. He has forgiven us, forgiven me. That is something I never imagined. Never hoped for. Our family surrounds us, supporting us, but now we have more to protect," Klaus shared, dipping a bath brush into the water. "Let me scrub your back. I think I see some sea weed."

Damon shifted, his backside still throbbing.

"It's a quarry. There's no sea weed," Damon explained, but he let Klaus wash him. The warm water and the scented bubbles were soothing.

"Then, I don't know what is in your hair," Klaus teased, gently pulling a damp strand near Damon's neck, pulling out a small leaf.

Damon fingered it, "I never got that haircut. Soon, I'm going to look as girly as Stefan. I never knew a guy who messes with his hair so much."

Klaus' eyes blazed with inspiration, he went on, "Nonsense. I quite like this new you and your longer locks. How about I make you a deal. I'll spare you a licking tonight and one night of your choosing, if you avoid the barber!"

Damon looked up in surprise, gasping, "You weren't really planning to spank me every night, were you? I thought that was just an empty threat!"

"Nay, I am. We just spoke of trust. I aim to keep my word to you, even when it is unpleasant, but I am no monster, though many would argue with that. So what say you?" Klaus asked, arching his eyebrows.

"Fine. I'll keep my hair long, but I don't think it's fair," Damon grumbled, not liking either prospect. He didn't think his sore behind could take another spanking tonight, especially with that ping-pong paddle. Could he explode that paddle with his mind? He had melted that hairbrush after all. Damon's fingers felt his hair and sighed. It hadn't even been this long, even when he was a prisoner of the Augustines.

"Good. Now, let's wash your hair," Klaus said, grabbing the shampoo. He was relieved Damon had taken his deal. He didn't plan to be too harsh with the boy, but it seemed like a good punishment at the time.

Damon started to protest that he could do it himself, but stopped, eyeing the bath brush.

Klaus saw his gaze and laughed, "See? You are learning. Now, cover your eyes. I missed out on so much of your life. Let me help you now."

"Fine," Damon said, feeling about three. He barely remembered having his nurse wash him in the kitchen of Veritas Estates in the kitchen so long ago. It did feel good to let someone else be in charge, in control again. Damon shut his eyes and relaxed.

Gilbert Residence

Ric and Jenna's Room

Evening

The family had gone to the Grill for dinner. Ric noticed that April was still able to eat a burger and fries plus ice cream for dessert. He was glad that she seemed fine after her licking from Jenna. She and Jeremy had made amends and Jeremy had also forgiven Jenna. They had a good time and talked about the upcoming adoptions. The kids tossed around possible new combinations of last names, but Jenna and Ric assured them they didn't have to change their names at all.

Elena had wondered if Matt was busing tables, but he had been only working a few hours a week since moving in with Tyler. He no longer needed extra money to keep the lights on and feed himself.

Ric had stuck to beer, but Jenna still insisted on driving home. When they got back, she had suggested that Ric go take his shower.

"But I'll shower in the morning," Ric argued, yawning. His mind was on the department meeting he had after school. The town council had asked the history department to put together an event for the Battle of Willow Creek next year. Ric had been 'voluntold' to head the committee as the newest teacher in the department.

"No, now," Jenna said, giving him a stern look. "You need to relax. I can tell something is on your mind."

"I don't want to talk about work," Ric grumbled, folding his arms.

April giggled, "Ric, you better listen to Jenna. She is pretty good with that spatula."
Jenna winked and swatted Ric on the seat of his jeans.

He yelped, "Owww, woman, you don't need to get feisty, I'm going."

Ric kissed April on the top of the head and said goodnight.

Jeremy plopped down on the couch and started his game system.

"Jeremy, come on, it's bedtime," Jenna chided.

Jeremy groaned, "Crap, I was going to play for a while."

"One game, Jer, and then finish your homework and bed. We're turning in," Jenna said.

"Two games," Jeremy tried.

"One game. I also have an old hairbrush that would work. Come on, guys, everyone get ready for bed. It's been a long day," Jenna announced, leaning over the couch to kiss Jeremy on the cheek.

"Yes, okay," Jeremy conceded. "One game..."
Elena took a call from Bonnie and headed up to her room.

"Maybe I'll have a night cap and play with Jeremy," Ric tried.

"Alaric Saltzman, upstairs," Jenna warned. "You are exhausted. And apparently, exhausting tonight!"

Ric rolled his blue eyes and marched his 6'2 frame up the stairs as Jenna locked up and put the leftovers from the Grill away.

When Ric came out of the shower, Jenna was waiting for him on the bed, with her hair brush.

"Jenna! What the hell? You aren't still mad about those smokes, are you?" Ric whined, tightening the white towel he had around his waist.

"You bet your ass I am," Jenna said, tearing her eyes from his muscled chest. No, they had some things to discuss before she could go there. Jenna turned on the t.v.

"Look, the smokes were mine. I used to have a couple when Damon and I were out at the bars. It's not a big deal," Ric said, looking concerned. "You've seen me. I cut way back on the booze!"

"Yes, you did, but you were turning into an alcoholic. That's not what we are talking about now. You lied to me about the smoking, Ric," Jenna said. "You told me you threw all that stuff out. Is that the truth?"

Ric's fall fell. "I, um, don't know. I had some hidden in various places. You put me on the spot in front of April!"

"Ric, you're an adult, but we agreed no more lying. I know the stuff with your first wife was painful, but you said we'd always be honest with each other. You know all the dumb stuff I did in the past. No one is perfect. But lying, that I can't overlook again. Not when we just hashed this all out at the lake house. Now, do you want to settle this or fight about it more? Your choice."

Ric shut his eyes.

"Settle it. Okay, the truth is that I have a smoke while I'm working downstairs. I'm trying to lay off the drinking and it helps. How the hell do you always know when I'm fibbing?" Ric spat in frustration.

"I'm a psych major and I know you," Jenna said firmly, she tapped the flat side of her brush on her own thigh. "Now, I can work with you on ways you can make healthier choices. What about that home gym you were talking about? With that check from Elijah, we have the money."

"Yeah, that's a great idea," Ric said. "I'll get on that."

"Now, are you going to tell me what happened at the meeting?" Jenna prompted.

Ric groaned, "I got tasked with planning this big town even next year. I'm tired of being the bottom of the heap at work. Plus, I hate how they run things. Administration just loads more and more work on us for no more money. I think I'd like to get my principal certification for real, not just take a class here and there. Maybe I could make some real changes that way? We could afford it now with that money. What do you think? I may have to take a semester off to do an internship, but with the classes I'm already taking, it shouldn't be that much longer."

Jenna smiled, standing up, and gushed, "I think it is a wonderful idea. You would be an excellent administrator. You are smart, good with people, and have great ideas."
"But that would mean I'm taking more classes all summer," Ric added.

"That's okay," Jenna said. "We can still head up to the lake house for long weekends, right? Do it, Ric."

Ric put his arms around Jenna and held her.

"You're the best. Thanks for understanding. I did want to dig in to those Gilbert journals and historical records we found, but I will make time," Ric announced. "And make time for you and the kids, too. Jenna, did you see how happy they all were tonight? I feel like we are on the right track."
"I know. But I think we have something to take care of. Don't you?" Jenna pressed, tapping his towel covered rear with the brush lightly.

"Oh, do you have to?" Ric moaned. "I said I would stop smoking."

"Yup," Jenna laughed. "Your behind is gonna be smoking soon."

"But the kids!" Ric said, pulling away. In his heart, Ric knew that he was stubborn and foolish. He and Jenna had made a deal and he broke it. He was ashamed of that. If letting her wail on his butt helped, then that was better that it forming a wedge between them. But he dreaded getting that brush. He knew that the woman was stronger than she looked. His bottom tingled.

"Turn up the t.v. a little bit," Jenna said.

Ric gruffly said, "Okay. I'll throw all the cigarettes out..."
"There's more?" Jenna asked.

"Just a pack in my briefcase," Ric grudgingly admitted. Dorian was always bitching at him when he visited him at the loft and lit up. Though his old friend didn't mind if he indulged in a drink or two with him.

"And that's it?" Jenna said, leading Ric to their bed and sitting down.

"There may be a pack in my gym stuff," Ric admitted, his face growing red. He also had a small flask in there...

"There may be a pack in my drawer at school," Ric blurted out. "But the drawer is locked!"
"Ric, this is worse than I thought," Jenna sighed. "Thank you for being honest. Get rid of it all tomorrow. And I want you to make a doctor's appointment. We need to get healthy. I'm going to cut back on caffeine and do better at exercising, too. We can do this together."

"And the wine?" Ric prompted, as Jenna steered him over her lap.

"Yeah, I'll cut back, too. With three teens in the house, we need to do better. You know, be better role models," Jenna determined, moving back on the bed. "I want your whole body up on the bed, mister. I don't need you falling off my lap."

Ric grunted as Jenna shifted him and peeled up the towel, baring his damp rear end.

"Why do I kinda like it when you call me 'mister'?" Ric wondered.

"I don't know. But you won't like this spanking," Jenna growled, rubbing his behind with the flat side of the old wooden hair brush.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Jenna started smacking the brush down with a snap. Though the t.v. was on, the kids were right down the hallway.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

"Oh! Jenna! Owwww!" Ric burst out, kicking out his feet a bit. She was swatting him from cheek to cheek, each smack eliciting a small gasp from the large man.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

"Don't 'Oh, Jenna' me, Ric. You really misbehaved here. If April didn't pull that crap with Jer, I would have never known you were still smoking! I thought I smelled it a couple of times, but I thought I was nuts," Jenna said, lifting the heavy brush higher.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Ric's eyes swam with unshed tears as he tried not to bounce and wiggle over Jenna's lap. The towel was completely off and Ric couldn't take the paddling with any dignity at all. His behind was feeling scorched and raw, but she didn't seem to be slowing down any.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

"OUCH!" Ric bellowed as Jenna begun paddling harder and faster. Ric threw back his right hand to block the smacks. Jenna pinned his hand up to his lower back and gave him two sharp whacks right on his sit spots.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

"NOOOOOOooooooo," Ric begged, breaking into tears. He kicked his feet into the mattress and clawed at the sheets with his free hand. Jenna's arm was tiring, but she knew she had to make an impression. Ric was almost leading a secret life and neither one of them was getting any younger.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

"Yes, you are getting spanked for lying and harming your health. I know we both have some bad habits, but we're going to need to clean up," Jenna lectured, now spanking the center of Ric's red behind.

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

Whap! Whap!

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Jenna, do you know where my blue shirt is?" Elena said from the other side of the door.
Jenna froze and yelled out. "It's in the dryer, hon!"

"Okay, I'll check there," Elena said from the other side of the door.

"Saved by the kids," Jenna quipped, putting down the brush. She checked Ric's bottom and make sure it was an uniform red and she hadn't left any bruises. "There, that's enough for tonight. But anymore smoking and I reserved the right to blister your behind. Deal?"
Ric sniffed, "Yes, Jenna! I'm done. I swear it."

Jenna rubbed Ric's sore cheeks a moment longer.

"Okay, you can get up," Jenna said.

Ric scrambled up and clutched his rump.

Jenna reached up to wipe away his tears. "Oh, Ric."

"I'm sorry, babe. About everything," Ric said gruffly. "If I ever look at another cigarette I'm gonna remember this."

"You better," Jenna purred. "Come on, let's go to bed. I think I can make you feel a little better."
Elena was back at the door.

"Jenna, I can't find the sweater! Can you help me look? And Jer is still on his game. He won't get off," Elena shared.

Jenna groaned, "Ric, get in bed. I'll handle this."

Ric scampered under the sheets, before Jenna could open the door. He noticed she brought the hair brush with her. Ric wiped at his eyes and wondered if Jeremy's butt was next.

Mikaelson Mansion

Driveway

"She got it," Dorian heaved, looking back at the running car. "Emma did. But she's really spooked. We are going to get out of town for a while."
Elijah looked down at the old charter that Dorian had placed in his hands. He realized that they were shaking. It was in a leather portfolio. Elijah opened it and it looked authentic.

"Dorian, thank you. Tell Emma that we owe her a great debt," Elijah said softly. "Both of you, of course. I didn't think it would happen."

"Yes, well, it almost didn't. Elijah, I'm not sure what happened in there, but I think it was bad. Emma is hardly talking. She only said, 'Trust no one' and then shut down as soon as she came out of the Armory. And she had blood on her cheek," Dorian said warily. They had played their part and now it was time to leave. Mystic Falls wasn't safe for Emma, maybe no where was.

"I can give you directions to our safe house in Arkansas," Elijah said.

"Great. Text them to me," Dorian said.

"No, no cell phones. Throw yours out and start anew. There is a safe there under the floor boards in the library. It contains cash, jewelry, and some weapons. Here, I will write out the combination and the directions," Elijah said, pulling out his small notebook from his jacket. He also always kept a gold pen in there for times like this.

"Thank you. I need to keep her safe now," Dorian replied. "Um, can you tell Ric what happened? I called and there was no answer. I don't know if we'll be back," Dorian said gravely.

"The money and things in that safe are yours. Call if you need us. The caretaker there will respond to your wishes if you say the codeword. I jotted it down for you. And Dorian, be careful," Elijah said.

"Yeah, you, too," Dorian answered.

"I will try," Elijah said, patting the younger human scholar on the arm. "Safe travels."