Freya/Finn, hairbrush, moderate
Marcel/Davina, hairbrush, moderate
Elijah/Kol, spoon, moderately severe
Whispers echoed round the abandoned castle.
Freya/Finn, 2014
"I understand your point," Finn said between clenched teeth, "we can end this."
Freya was midway through a fresh smack with her hairbrush. Finn had taken dozens of blows stoically. She had been sure that she'd need at least a few more minutes of softening him up before they got anywhere. "Do you?"
"Yes," Finn said. He tried to get off Freya's knee, but she easily kept him over her lap with her magic. "Sister..."
Freya tapped the brush against Finn's hip and tisked. "We still have a lot to discuss."
"Must we do it like this?" Finn asked.
"We must," Freya said firmly. She emphasized her point with a couple of hard blows to Finn's upturned bottom. "What did you learn?"
"I should endeavor to be politer to my family," Finn said. It sounded like the words were being forced out of him.
Freya rubbed the back of her hairbrush over the backside she was punishing. Finn tensed. Freya chuckled. "I think asking our family to be polite would be a waste of time."
"I can't disagree with that," Finn muttered.
"However," she said, lifting up the brush and bringing it down firmly, "I do expect you to refrain yourself from being unnecessarily cruel to your own flesh and blood." Freya smacked her little brother with a steady arm. "That stunt with the salt was uncalled for."
Finn shifted around, as if he was trying to avoid his punishment. It made Freya more determined to teach him a good lesson. She spanked harder, faster. It made Finn curl his legs and inhale a deep breath.
"Does that hurt, little brother?" Freya asked, not without kindness.
"Yes," Finn admitted and bit his lip. It was becoming difficult to maintain any sort of stoicism with the fire his big sister was raining down on his vulnerable behind.
"Good," Freya said. She kept punishing. "I hope you remember how much this hurts next time you consider hurting your family."
The tone of Finn's voice was a notch higher than normal. "I believe it will. Sister, please..."
"Oh, no," Freya said. She braced her elbow on Finn's back and lifted her brush up higher than before. "We're just getting started here."
Bad grades
Kol Marcel/Davina, 2015
Davina's stomach dropped when she saw what Marcel was holding. Cami's large square hardback brown wooden hairbrush that was so large it covered most of its intended target. It had never been used to brush anyone's hair. It was been exclusively used to tear up Davina's poor bottom. Cami had been the only one to use it, but it looks like Marcel was joining in on the 'fun'.
Kol pulled Davina close. "Are you here to braid our hair?"
Marcel pulled out the desk chair and turned it around. As he sat down, he gave Davina a hard look. "You should leave us alone, Kol. I need to have a long discussion with D about her grades."
Kol scoffed. "Davina doesn't go to school to learn anything. She doesn't need to. She's already got it made."
"Davina's not going to become a trophy wife under my watch," Marcel said. He patted his thigh with the hairbrush. "Over my knee, young lady."
"I'll do better in school. I promise," Davina pleaded. She sunk into Kol's arms, hoping for his protection. "You don't need to usethaton me."
"Nice try." Marcel shook his head. "Come here. Now."
Davina's body seemed to move at Marcel's command. If she protested too much with Cami, she'd get extra swats. She had a feeling that Marcel was much the same. Her brain wanted to stay with Kol, but her body was smart enough to obey her father figure.
Kol tried to keep her safe. "You didn't even give her a warning that you'd punish her for her grades. This isn't fair."
"She's a smart girl," Marcel said steadily, "she didn't need me to spell this out for her. I suggest you leave before I bring Elijah in to bust your butt too."
Before Kol could retort, Davina gave him a shaky smile and said, "Thanks for trying. But you should leave us alone."
"Being kicked out of my own room," Kol said, "I get no respect from anyone here." But his heart wasn't in it and he recently left their bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Davina twisted her hand in her PJ's and bit her lip. She really didn't want a trip over Marcel's lap. But Marcel didn't care what she wanted. And he was clearly done asking. He blurred over to her, threw her over his shoulder and blurred back over to the chair. He dropped her across his lap and began lift up her night gown.
"Noooooooooo," Davina moaned. "Please no. Please not bare. Please, Marcel. It's embarrassing!"
"It's supposed to be," Marcel said as he slipped down her panties and picked the hairbrush back up. "I want to remember how unpleasant a bare bottom spanking is while you're sitting on a hair chair at school. It should convince you to pay attention to your teachers."
He pressed the back of the hairbrush on her bare backside. It felt heavy and hard and Davina couldn't help but remember all the previous times she'd been under its parental ire. It didn't matter how hard she tried, she always seemed to find herself back under it for additional discipline. Maybe the adults were too hard on her?
She couldn't process that thought further because Marcel raised the brush and brought it down. Davina had enough sense not to giggle, but the first spank had so little force behind it that it tickled a little. She'd only been spanked by him once before, after the ritual with Kol. He'd been furious enough to give her a whipping she'd never forget, but he clearly didn't know how much a teenage girl's bottom could take. Much less one that was half vampire.
Marcel spanked at a fairly slow pace. Just one smack every few seconds. Because of Freya's stupid spell, Davina didn't heal between them, so there was a little bit of pain building up. But it was hardly the firm beating she'd been fearing from Marcel's demeanor and her past experiences being physically punished.
He aimed a little lower, a little harder. Davina let out a little cry at her sit spot being targeted. The skin was more sensitive there, allowing for the moderate swat to sting.
Marcel seemed to like what he was hearing because he kept the next round of smacks on her sit spots. Worse than that, he was putting a little more force behind the blows. It was as if he was getting more comfortable spanking his little girl, which Davina did not appreciate in the slightest.
"You're lucky I'm not Elijah," Marcel said as he aimed the brush at the top of Davina's poor thighs, "He'd go down your report card and make you repent for each one of your poor marks."
"Fuck Elijah," Davina muttered. Then she let out a loud and genuine yelp because Marcel really gave her a good smack.
"Watch your language," Marcel said and snapped another hard blow on her thigh.
Tears built up in Davina's eyes. The worst thing had just happened. Marcel had given her a real spank, saw that it didn't break her, and now was putting real power behind her punishment. The brush was no longer tickling her at all - it was doing what it was designed for: blistering the behind of a sorry young lady.
Davina kicked her legs as Marcel pounded a good lesson into her poor bottom.
"Are you going to pay attention to your teachers?" Marcel demanded to know with Cami's trusty hairbrush.
"Yessssssssssss," Davina promised and burst into full on tears when Marcel responded by giving her a dozen or so rapid-fire swats with the sturdy brush. She was never going to sit again! "I'll listen!"
"Are you going to do your homework?" Marcel asked.
"I will, I promise," Davina said, begged, "no more, please! Marcel. Itreally hurts."
Marcel dropped the hairbrush and pulled her into a hug. Davina buried her face in his shoulder and reached back to rub her sore skin. He kissed her forehead and held her tightly until her tears dried up.
The unicorn disaster of '16.
Elijah/Kol, spoon
Kol wiggled around in Elijah's grip. But it was to no avail. With Freya's spell in place, Kol was a typical teenage boy while Elijah was an ancient vampire. He had no problem bending Kol over the kitchen counter before choosing his weapon of choice: a hefty wooden spoon.
"That's going to hurt," Kol whined when he caught eye of what he was about to be spanked with.
"It will," Elijah said.
Kol squirmed some more as Elijah reached around to undo his fly in order to relieve him of his pants and underwear. Kol looked around the kitchen and saw all the ways he could be spied on. "Can we do this somewhere else?"
Elijah looked amused at the question.
"Anyone could walk in and everyone will be able to hear us," Kol said, urgently. He tried to get out of Elijah's grip.
"I intend as such," Elijah said, "perhaps such indignities will help teach you the lesson I'm about to give you about putting our niece in danger."
"There was no danger," Kol started and then yelped in surprise. Elijah smacked him with the spoon. Kol had been expecting a little more time to make his case, although he knew his paddling was inevitable. "No so hard!"
Elijah spanked him just as hard as before. And he kept spanking. He worked the bowl of the spoon all over Kol's cheeks and thighs, leaving behind red splotches on the pale white skin everywhere he touched. He intended to paint all the skin he was going to punish a bright, rosy red before he started his lecture. And thus, he did so.
Kol, for his part, tried to stay silent. Everyone in the household could hear the sound of hard wood hitting soft flesh and knew whose flesh was being hit, but he wanted to reduce the embarrassment by as much as he could. Still, near the end of Elijah's cruel warm up, he was making soft, pained groans.
Elijah paused the spanking. "Sentient stuffed animals were baring swords," He said, "that, in itself, created danger for Hope."
Kol tried to reach back and rub, but Elijah snatched his wrist and pinned it to his back. He punished Kol further by hitting his bright red skin with the spoon, darkening the swollen skin further.
"Okay, okay," Kol said, "I'm sorry for rubbing without your bloody permission."
"Language," Elijah said as he snapped his wrist around a dozen times to Kol's mounting distress, "young ears can hear you." He paused and Kol took in a deep breath while his punishment was on pause. "As an Original, I expect better from you." He twirled the handle of the spoon between his thumb and forefinger. "However, that is a discussion we'll have another day."
Kol sighed in relief and then groaned as they got back to discussing Kol's improvised spell. Said discussion was mostly wood blistering sore skin, but Elijah had plenty to say about Kol's lack of impulse control, his reckless behavior, and how important it was not to endanger their niece.
As he was lectured, Kol stomped in place and started to cry. This did not move Elijah, who took Hope's safety and Kol's recklessness very seriously. In fact, he'd been aiming for tears from the start of the punishment and was more than willing to continue disciplining his charge while he cried. The stomping didn't detract from his spoon hitting skin, it just meant that Kol's thighs got extra smacks. A fortuitous situation, as far as Elijah was concerned.
Once the red splotches deepened into a handful of ugly bruises, Elijah determined that the physical part of the punishment had reached its conclusion. He marched Kol across the kitchen and pressed his nose firmly in a corner. He made Kol set his hands on his head and kept his jeans and underwear pooled around his ankles. His torn-up ass was fully on display for anyone who wanted to get a drink of water.
"Stay as I've put you until I give you leave," Elijah said. "Reflect on the mistakes that lead you to arrive at this destination."
Kol's well-spanked rear end made him uncharacteristically docile. "Yes, sir."