music to my ears
Finn, Freya/Kol, 2014
As Finn walked down the hallway, he was treated with a song that was made up of wood smacking flesh followed by low groans. The smacks were coming down fast and the groans were becoming more pained as music went on. Freya was giving Kol one hell of a spanking.
Finn didn't know what Kol did, but knowing Kol, it was well deserved.
"Go away Finn," Kol snapped, making Finn's own palm itch, and howled at the next blow he received.
"Hush," Freya said as she did her own snapping with a hairbrush or paddle of some sort, "and focus on why you're in this unpleasant position."
Before Kol could respond, Freya unleashed a fury of blows that had Kol really howling. Probably kicking and squirming as well. He'd never been one to take punishment stoically.
Finn allowed himself to smile. "I'll wait for you in the parlor while you finish up, sister."
"It'll be a few minutes," Freya said in between wearing Kol's behind out.
As he walked down the hallway, the lovely music played on: SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
He didn't heed the warning and it had turned out surprisingly well.
Finn/Kol, 2022
for Florence_Nightwing
"You're blocking my sun," Kol said. He was lazing out on the private beach wearing only swim trunks and sunglasses.
"You're in for a hiding," Finn said. "Stand up and bend over."
"This has to be some kind of joke," Kol said, "we're on vacation."
"You know what happens when you neglect your chores," Finn said. Kol started to protest but Finn cut him off. "I told you that your duties stand, despite the holiday we're on."
"You can't be serious," Kol said. He slid sunglasses down to get a better look at Finn. He was deadly serious. "You're not supposed to do chores on vacation! That's antithetical to point."
Unmoved, Finn said, "Do you need a switching on top of what you already have coming?"
"No," Kol grumbled. He stood up and bent over. After grabbing his knees, he jaunted out his hips, knowing Finn would want an optimal target to punish.
Finn peeled down Kol's trunks and scoffed when Kol let out an offended huff. "You know very well that I spank bare." He pulled his arm back and swung. The skin he was punishing pinkened under his hand, but something was off. He paused.
"Are we done here?" Kol asked, hopefully.
Finn shook his head as he took off his sandal. Kol's groan quickly turned into a yelp as Finn used the sturdy leather to correct his little brother.
"Okay, okay," Kol said, "ouch! That ouch! I'll," he paused to yelp and whimper under big brother's relentless arm, "do my, oh no not there! Ouch! Chores! I'll do them! No more, ouch! Please!"
Finn kept spanking. He didn't think the lesson would sink in until the skin he was tanning was a nice, deep red. He ignored Kol's whimpers and pleas dutifully paddled, keeping a careful eye on his work. He didn't want to punish too much, but he was determined to have a very sorry little boy ready to obey his elders once he was finished.
My family gets even more insufferable during the holidays
Klaus, Elijah/Kol, 1901
Klaus wrapped his hand around the back Kol's quickly tightening neck. "We missed you at supper."
As Kol tried to pull away, Klaus pulled him forward and turned him around so that they were face to face and very close. Niklaus smiled. Kol couldn't stop himself from swallowing. "I was just having a drink with some friends."
"On Christmas Eve?" Klaus was guiding Kol from the foyer to the dining room. "Surly anyone reputable would be with family on the eve of Christ's birth." His voice dipped into a lower note. "You will no longer associate with them."
Kol managed to jerk a few inches away. "Since when do you care about the reputation of my friends?"
"We have an image to uphold," Elijah's voice made Kol swallow again. The slender stick he was rolling between his thumb and index finger made him shiver. Klaus had a hand on the small of Kol's back and was urging him forward to where Elijah was sitting. "Because of the reputation we've so carefully cultivated over the decades, no one questioned the lie I told on your behalf of why you weren't at supper."
"No harm done then," Kol said with a bright smile as he tried to wiggle away from Klaus. He yawned loudly and stretched his arms. "I think I'll be retiring - "
Klaus grabbed Kol's throat and pulled him down. His lips were right next to Kol's ear as he spoke, "I know you recall the stipulations of your freedom."
Kol turned his fear into anger. He pushed Klaus away and took a few steps back. "This is what you call freedom, Nik? Forcing me to play the part of your pretend happy family while you wave that bloody dagger in my face?"
Klaus chuckled. "I was ready to put you back down for a few decades, but Elijah made a strong case for an alternative punishment over his knees." He looked past Kol to where Elijah was sitting. "He even spared you the humiliation of cutting your own switch."
Kol turned around. Elijah face was not without mercy. His eyes darted to the stick. Elijah was setting it on the table. It wasn't especially long, but it did look sturdy. Kol stiffened when Elijah patted his knee. He turned around again. Klaus had his arms folded and his facewaswithout mercy.
"Bare yourself before your elder brothers and submit to well-deserved chastisement," Niklaus said. "Or." He pulled out the silver dagger from his jacket pocket. Kol could see it was covered in ash. "It's up to you, little brother."
Kol curled his fingers around his top and tore it off, letting the material fall where it may. He stomped out of his trousers and drawers and kept stomping over to Elijah. He planned to throw himself over Elijah's lap, but Elijah caught him and gently guided him face down over his knees.
Elijah's palm felt cool pressed against the small of Kol's back. It was oddly soothing. He smacked some unpleasant heat into Kol's chilled buttocks. Kol couldn't help but wiggle his hips in response to the punishment.
"Settle down," Klaus ordered.
Kol glared up at him, but before he could retort, Elijah took full control of Kol's attention by spanking him so hard that tears burned behind Kol's eyes. He tried to squirm away, but Elijah just wrapped his arm around Kol's middle and pulled him close. A moment after that, he trapped Kol's legs between his own. Kol scratched at the floor and willed himself not to cry by blinking rapidly.
Klaus walked over to the table and picked up the switch. Elijah paused. Kol twisted around to look at them. He wasn't able to read the look that passed between them. But Elijah did look determined when Klaus handed him the switch.
Kol tensed as Elijah tapped the stick against his skin. There was no way to prepare for the line of fiery pain that followed the soft swish and thud. Elijah disciplined him swiftly. Not even a full second could pass from one cut of the switch and the next.
"I hope you're learning something," Klaus said in a tone that made Kol want to punch him in the mouth even more so than he already did. He set a finger underneath Kol's chin and tiled his head up.
There was no way for Kol to hide his tears.
"Tell me, baby brother," Klaus said as he bared Kol's throat, "what are you learning?"
Kol couldn't answer, even if he wanted to. Elijah was keeping a steady pace with his horrid stick. The only answer he could give Klaus would be pained moans, and Kol would have to be in a lot more pain before he did that. Klaus knew that, and it was making him smile.
"Let's give Kol a little respite," Klaus said.
Elijah tightened his hold on Kol and lifted up his knee so that he could hit his inner thighs. Kol let out a little choked moan.
"I suppose that's one way of getting him to talk," Klaus said, although he sounded significantly less amused than before. "But that's not what I'm looking for, Elijah."
"I," Elijah was still thrashing Kol, "am getting the precise results that I am looking for, Niklaus." Kol tore his fingers into the floor and tried without success to close his legs. There was only pain and the taste of salt in his mouth.