hey! i apologize for not posting this for so long, haha. i posted it on ao3 a year ago and genuinely forgot posting it here. i have three other fics to post if y'all want? my ao3 is OfSalvatoreHomo if you want to follow me there if you want! :) i'm hopefully gonna post more soon.
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The beeping of the alarm clock on his bedside table awoke Stefan, reaching over and slapping on it until it shut up. He rolled onto his back and stretched, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
Memories of the night before quickly came flooding back to him, and so did the last conversation he had with his brother.
'Son of a bitch', the blonde thought when he realized he didn't dream that. It was going to happen, he really was going to get spanked by Damon.
Using his vampiric hearing, Stefan laid in bed and listened to see if his older brother was awake. He could hear him, flipping through pages of a book in the living room.
The younger sibling sat up and put his elbows on his knees, shutting his brown eyes and putting his head in his hands. Could he back out? Damon told him that he wasn't being forced… but he also couldn't stop thinking about that 'sense of release' his brother mentioned.
Stefan needed that, he longed for it, but was this really the way to get that?
He got up from the bed and took a look at himself in the mirror, dressed in just a pair of sweatpants. If he really was going to do this, he would need some more layers of clothes — especially on his lower region.
The blonde fumbled through his drawers and closet, cursing under his breath. What was the proper attire when getting your ass blistered as a 164 year old vampire, and especially when the person doing said ass blistering was your older brother.
Stefan eventually pulled on a pair of plaid boxers and some jeans, along with a basic T-shirt.
Taking one final look at himself in the mirror, he took a deep breath. Stefan knew what was awaiting him when he walked down those stairs, and even though he agreed to his fate, he was afraid.
It was embarrassing, the fact that he was nervous to go downstairs and get spanked… he hadn't felt that way in over a century and he definitely didn't miss it.
He couldn't avoid it, eventually he'd have to go down and face his brother.
So, he walked out of his bedroom and went down the stairs, going into the living room. Damon didn't look up from his book, in fact it didn't seem like he heard Stefan at all, he was probably too involved in his book.
Stefan figured it was because he was barefoot, so he spoke. "Hey, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "so are we going to do this or no?" He asked.
Damon looked up from the worn down pages of the old book he was reading, his eyes focusing on his little brother. "Yeah," He said simply, clearly feeling equally as awkward. The older brown sat the book on the coffee table and straightened up on the sofa.
Stefan walked over to Damon, standing beside his legs… he remembered what their father used to do, but his brother surely didn't want him to go—
Damon patted his lap with his hand, "let's do this, brother. Get on over," He instructed, though his tone really wasn't authoritative, it still had a faint feeling of lightheartedness.
Letting out a short scoff, Stefan did as he was told, laying across his brother's lap. Stefan wasn't a little boy anymore though, so he had to prop himself up. One hand on the floor and the other on the couch, while both of his legs were also laid across the sofa.
Damon cleared his throat and hovered his hand over the seat of Stefan's pants, almost as if he was avoiding making contact with his brother's butt. "You know that this isn't going to be much of a thrill for me, right?" He said, before biting the bullet and laying his hand on Stefan's clothed posterior.
Stefan shut his eyes for a second when he felt his brother's hand on his butt, "let me guess, this is going to hurt you more then it'll hurt me?" He asked with that same sarcasm, which wasn't a good trait to have in that situation.
"No, it's going to hurt you way more than me." He said with a slight chuckle, patting Stefan's rear gently. "Just tell me when you're ready…" He said softly.
The pats made Stefan roll his eyes, though he appreciated that Damon was going to start when he was ready.
"I'm never going to be ready, so just go I guess…" he said as he laid his head down on the couch cushion.
And at that, the eldest brother raised his arm and laid a firm, hard smack to Stefan's clothed rear end. He felt a subtle sting on his palm, though his sibling didn't seem very affected by the first blow.
Stefan would be lying if he said that he didn't feel it, because he felt a tiny burning sensation, but it didn't really hurt that badly; this was due to the protection of his jeans and underwear and he knew that — so he was confident that he was going to be able to take the pain.
Besides, it wasn't like Damon would pull down his pants or anything…
Damon repeatedly smacked the seat of Stefan's jeans, switching from one side to the other, to the point where there was almost a rhythm.
Stefan found himself focusing on the fireplace; it wasn't lit, but he just wanted to focus on something other than the increasing pain that he was feeling. Again, it wasn't that bad, the blonde didn't even make a sound, but it still hurt.
Damon continued, looking over at his younger brother, who still didn't seem very fazed so far. "Alright," He said suddenly, giving Stefan one final swat. "Get up."
Stefan was surprised, maybe even a little relieved? Was it over? He pushed himself up from his brother's lap and stood, looking down at Damon was a perplexed expression.
"You can hardly feel it, I can tell…" the eldest Salvatore stated as he reached for the other's belt buckle.
Stefan's eyes widened, quickly taking a few steps backwards. "Hold on," he shook his head. "My pants are staying on." He said firmly, his cheeks getting flushed.
Damon rolled his eyes, looking up at Stefan. "Brother, you and I both know that you aren't going to get anything from this experience if it doesn't hurt like hell…" He told him, "we can stop if you want, but I don't think you should."
"Fuck…" Stefan huffed, running his fingers through his blonde locks. He was really doing this… "alright," He mumbled before letting his hands travel to his belt, loosening it and letting his jeans drop to his knees.
The older brother nodded as a way to say 'good choice'. He gestured to his lap, "back over," he instructed.
And again, Stefan did as he was told — getting over his brother's lap, he got into his previous position.
Damon began to raise his hand to continue, but he stopped. "You know what, let's just get these off," he said, reaching over to Stefan's legs and tugging off his jeans completely.
"C'mon, Damon…" He complained as he turned his head back to look at his brother, who threw his pants carelessly on the floor. There was an uncomfortable draft on his bare legs, his muscular thighs covered in goosebumps.
The raven-haired vampire ignored the complaints coming from his little brother, instead his response was a swift swat to the boy's rear end, which was now only protected by the thin fabric of his plaid boxers.
Stefan grunted at the smack, his bottom now stinging all over. It wasn't that bad, but it was enough to get a little bit of a reaction.
The single swat turned into two, then three, each causing the younger brother to wince in pain. Soon enough, Damon was spanking Stefan at the same rhythm as before, though this time it was harder.
It was getting harder for Stefan to keep quiet, the pain growing worse with each slap to his covered posterior. Even with his boxers, his bottom slightly rippled with each blow.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Damon's hand was rapidly raining down strikes, and Stefan was making more and more noises.
The youngest Salvatore had tears welling up in his brown eyes, which were focused on the couch cushion his head was laid on. He bit down on his bottom lip and felt a single drip run down his hot face; he swore to himself that he wasn't going to cry but he couldn't hold back the tears.
Damon looked over at his little brother, seeing that his shoulders were shaking up and down a bit… Stefan was crying, which was quite unexpected — of course, he knew that it had to sting a great deal, but he didn't think his sibling would actually tear up.
"Keep strong, Stef…" Damon said gently, unlike his hand, which was still lighting Stefan's butt on fire.
The blonde felt a lump moving up his throat, his Adam's apple quivering. "Damon, I-I don't think I—" Stefan began to choke out that he couldn't take anymore.
"I'll give you a minute." He halted, resting his tingling hand on his brother's tailbone. "You agreed to this, brother… we aren't stopping,"
Stefan wanted to get up, grab his pants and go into his room, but something in his gut told him to stay put. He nodded quickly, before taking a couple of deep breaths. "I know…" he muttered.
Damon patted the younger vampire on the lower back. "Alright." He said simply, before hooking his fingers in the waistline of Stefan's underwear, beginning to tug them down.
Without hesitation the blonde moved the hand that was on the couch to his red, raw behind, grasping at his boxers. "No, Damon!" He raised his voice, which was quite shaky.
The eldest Salvatore couldn't help but roll his eyes, wrapping his free hand around Stefan's wrist. "Stop it," He said, more annoyed than authoritative. "Trust me, I'm not looking forward to my hand touching your bare ass but they've gotta come down." Damon sighed, wanting to get this over with.
It was difficult seeing his little brother in pain and he sure as shit wasn't keen on having a pantsless Stefan across his lap, but Damon knew it was for his sibling's own good.
Stefan didn't try to get his arm free from the others grip, instead just relaxing his muscle. "Alright, alright…" he said in defeat, putting his arm under his head when his brother let go.
Damon resumed taking down his brother's boxers, exposing his rear end. He pulled them down to Stefan's knees and tugged them off of his feet, tossing them onto the floor.
The blonde shuddered as he felt air on his punished bottom, which clenched a little bit due to the unpleasant feeling.
The raven-haired vampire hovered the palm of his hand over Stefan's butt, only inches away from the warm flesh. He wasn't fond of the idea of touching his brother's naked ass, but he knew it had to be done; so, he ripped the bandage — Damon laid his hand on the younger one's backside. "It's a little hairier than the last time I remember," he teased, laughing awkwardly.
Damon was trying to lighten up the mood, though he made it way more awkward.
"Fuck off, Damon…" Stefan chuckled shortly though his tears, wiping his puffy eyes with his wrist.
The older brother snickered a little, clearing his throat. Damon raised his hand again, extending his arm back above his head and laying down a hard smack to his bare skin.
Crack!
The globes of Stefan's butt rippled, along with his thighs. "Argh!" he grunted in pain, gripping onto the couch cushion so hard that his knuckles turned white. He lifted his feet from the armrest, the hand that was holding him up on the floor relocating to Damon's ankle.
"Put those feet down," the older sibling said as he began to repeatedly spank Stefan, using that same rhythm he previously used. Damon could see the red hue of his brother's ass get little welts.
The blonde wasn't able to hold in his tears, let alone keep his legs still but he managed to put his feet down, at least for the time being. The cushion had wet spots on it due to his tears
Damon started to slap the more fleshy area of Stefan's butt, his sit-spots. Instead of smacking each cheek one after another, he did it at least two or three times.
Yelps and groans of pain flowed from Stefan's mouth, his voice cracking every couple seconds. His legs parted, one of them falling off the couch, his foot hitting the floor.
"Where do you think you're going, brother?" He wrapped his free arm around the blonde's waist, pulling Stefan against his stomach to keep him from falling.
The younger vampire continued to squirm, though now that Damon was holding him in place, he didn't get very far. Stefan hollered in pain, his skin now shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. "Fuck!" He yelled.
The slaps grew harder and faster, to the point where Stefan's butt was bouncing around like crazy. "I know, I know!" Damon said over the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and loud cursing.
"Shut up!" Stefan thundered, at that point he was basically sobbing. The boy moved his legs around, as if that would somehow help with the pain — it obviously didn't, but he didn't know what else to do.
The constant moving wasn't helping the blonde whatsoever, as it either caused Damon to accidentally hit Stefan's thighs or a more… sensitive area.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Now…" Damon stopped, his hand laid on his brother's blazing rear end. "I don't ever want to have to do this shit again, and I think that's a mutual feeling." He said, looking over at Stefan's head, unable to see the boy's face because it was pressed into the sofa.
No response, besides the muffled cries that the younger Salvatore could no longer control.
"No…" Stefan managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and full of exhaustion.
One more quick swat was planted on the blonde's butt, which caused Stefan to grunt and twist his hips, trying to make sure his bottom was out of the line of fire in case another blow was coming.
Damon unwrapped his arm around his brother's waist, using his other hand to lightly pat Stefan on the back of his thigh. "Alright, I think you've had enough." He said, gesturing for the boy to get up.
The youngest Salvatore pushed himself off his brother's lap, stumbling back a little bit. It hurt to stand, his backside was on fire. Each step, no matter how small, was painful.
Stefan's chest puffed up and down, his bottom lip quivering. He cupped a hand over his crotch, trying to cover himself; it worked, though his blonde bush was still visible. Tears fell from his swollen eyes, his nose damp.
"You do that again, you go on another ripper spree again, we're doing that again." Damon told him in a surprisingly firm tone, getting up from the couch and standing in front of his crying, pantsless brother.
With his other hand, Stefan wiped his eyes with his wrist, sniffling. He was surprised at how his brother sounded, just because he rarely acted so authoritative. "I won't, never again." of course there was no way of truly knowing if he'd keep his word… but now he had a new repercussion to keep motivated.
"C'Mere…" Damon huffed, stepping forward and wrapping an arm around the back of his little brother's neck, pulling him into a hug.
The blonde didn't put his arms around his sibling, instead he just buried his face into the crook of Damon's neck. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Damon…" Stefan trembled.
Patting the boy's shoulder, the eldest Salvatore shook his head. "I know you are, brother…" he whispered, before pulling back and looking at Stefan. "Go on and put your pants on, I'm tired of seeing your ass," Damon teased, not able to help himself.
Sniffling once more, an emotionally exhausted Stefan couldn't help but chuckle let out a short chuckle. "Fuck you," he quipped, before slowly making his way around the living room and picking up his pants and boxers.
The blonde first stepped into his underwear, pulling them up and wincing when the fabric rubbed the flesh of his punished bottom. Next he put on his loose jeans.
"Here," Damon said, holding his brother's belt out.
Stefan gave him a single nod as a way of saying 'thanks', taking the leather object and folding it in half — he wasn't going to put it on, as he planned on stripping down and rubbing his ass the second his bedroom door closed.
And so, the younger sibling turned and began to head towards the stairs with his head hung. He looked like a scolded child or a dog and he felt like it too.
Damon watched his brother walk away, feeling a little knot in the pit of his stomach. He hated how Stefan looked, hoping that the spanking didn't set the boy back.
Suddenly, the blonde stopped walking when he reached the first step. "I love you, brother…" Stefan looked over his shoulder, brown eyes shimmering and bloodshot.
The raven-haired vampire's concerned expression quickly turned to relief, the corners of his lips perking up to form a tiny grin. "Love you too, Stef…" he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
Stefan continued up the stairs and went down the hall, going to his room and shutting the door behind him. He made sure to lock it though, knowing his brother.
In that moment, he felt a huge chunk of the guilt fade away. It was like a balloon floating away into the sky, it was as if boulders were taken off of his shoulders… for the first time in a while, Stefan felt peace. He had a lot of work and amends to do, yes, but now he felt like there was a point.
That being said, his ass was still on fire — so he almost immediately tugged down his pants and boxers, stepping out of them and going to his unmade bed, plopping on his stomach.
Stefan put both of his big hands on the fleshy globes of his crimson backside, rubbing them slowly. He let out a long, shaky exhale. "You're not sitting comfortably today, Stefan…" he mumbled to himself.
His hands moved up and down on his bright red and hot posterior, his fingers leaving a quickly fading trail of white. He shut his eyes, kneading the throbbing flesh.