Elena walked into Stefan's room, carry-over bag over her shoulder. "Hey."
Stefan rolled off the bed in order welcome her into his arms. She rested her head on his chest. "Hey."
"How are you doing?" Elena asked.
Stefan tensed. She looked up at him with a frown on her face. He licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling. "Damon is planning on making you watch him... punish me." He looked down at her. "Today."
Elena narrowed her eyes. "What for?"
"I got paddled at school," Stefan reminded Elena, "and one of Damon's rules is that he spanks me if I get spanked at school."
Elena huffed. "Mr. Baker went overboard." She pulled away, setting on her hands on her hips, "Damon shouldn't agree with him!"
Stefan could sense where this was going. "You're probably right," he grabbed her by her shoulders and whirled her around, "but you can't confront Damon about this."
Elena shook her head. "I'm not going to stand by and watch him hurt you."
"If you fight Damon on this, you'll get in trouble too," Stefan said.
"I don't care," Elena said.
"Forgetting your rules already?" Damon tisked. Stefan and Elena turned in unison to the doorway. He blurred across the room and over to the desk and picking up the ruler. "Looks like I might be using this twice today."
"Elena's not questioning you," Stefan said.
"Yes, I am," Elena said. She pressed her lips together and shook her head. "He gave Stefan detention just for asking for extra credit!"
"I offered to kill him," Damon said.
Elena grabbed a hoodie that was resting on Stefan's couch and threw it at him.
Damon caught the hoodie. "Bratty," he said as he stalked over to Elena and grabbed her by the wrist. He was still holding the ruler. "A few minutes under this should fix that."
Stefan moved to stand in between them.
Damon narrowed his eyes. "I'm starting to think I need to get my brand-new paddle."
Elena and Stefan's eyes met. Neither of them was eager to feel the bite of that large wooden tool. Stefan knew he wasn't going to get out of his punishment, but he thought he might have a chance to convince Damon to spare Elena. He licked his lips and said, "Elena's new to all of this. You can't punish her for asking questions."
"Sure, I can," Damon said. He did let her go as he walked over to the desk, pulled out the chair, turned it around, and sat down. "She knows her rules and the consequences for breaking them."
Elena huffed. "Since when do you care about following the rules?"
"Since I'm the one making them," Damon said. He spread his legs and patted the ruler on his free palm. "But I'll be nice. Which one of you should I spank first?"
Stefan and Elena exchanged a look again. Damon was serious. Fighting him on this would get them paddled. At the end of the day, Damon was stronger than them. And they'd both agreed to obey him.
"I'll go first," Stefan said as Elena said, "Me."
"Elena needs it more," Damon said, to which she flipped him off as she stomped across the room, over to him. It took everything in Stefan not to grab her and run.
Once she was close enough, Damon grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her over his lap, between his open legs so that he could pin hers between his. As he flipped up her skirt, she twisted around to glare up at him. "What are you doing?"
Damon unapologetically pulled up her panties between her crack. He tapped her gently with the ruler. "I need to be able to see in order to make sure I don't spank you too hard."
Elena scoffed.
Damon became more serious as he added, "And to be sure I'm spanking you hard enough." Stefan stared his brother down as Damon continued, "You're going to be one sorry young lady before I'm finished with you."
"I'm already sorry I agreed to this - ouch!" Elena yelped in surprise when Damon flicked his wrist and brought the ruler down home, leaving behind a bright red line across the top of her buttocks. "Give me a warning next time!"
Damon responded by flicking his wrist again, painting a fresh line of red just under where the first one was. There was less than a centimeter of unmarked olive flesh between the two lines. Damon was holding her hips down quite firmly, preventing her from wiggling around, making it easy for him to spank her with even blows.
By the fourth line of red, Elena's eyes were tearing up. Stefan couldn't stop himself from saying, "I think Elena's learned her lesson."
Damon stilled the ruler. "Have you?"
"I already knew you were a jackass," Elena said and screeched when Damon responded with a much harder blow. The fresh red line in the middle of her backside was much darker than the others and Elena's back arched and her legs curled up.
Stefan rushed over to her and set his hand on her back and glared up at his brother. "Damon!"
Damon narrowed his eyes. "She knows she's supposed to be polite while I'm thrashing her. You've gotten enough licks for breaking the same rule that you can't possibly be surprised by this."
"It's not the same," Stefan said.
Damon shoved Stefan's arm aside, wrapped his arm around Elena's middle, and snapped his spanking wrist three times in quick succession, reaching to the bottom of Elena's buttocks. The new red lines weren't as dark as the ones she'd gotten for sass, but the speed of which they were laid down was clearly wearing on her and she fully gave into her tears.
"Who is in charge here?" Damon asked as he rested the ruler down across the first mark he'd laid down on Elena's defenseless skin.
"You are," Elena muttered.
Damon smacked a fresh line of fire into the first welt. "You are, what?"
Elena gritted her teeth and blinked away her tears. Stefan was impressed that she wasn't giving into the pain but couldn't deny that he wished she was a little less stubborn.
Damon rose his horrid ruler and smacked down her bottom, the wood kissing the same exact spots they'd previously punished. Elena's squirming didn't seem to impact Damon's precision. Despite their near equality in terms of stubbornness, the difference in experience between them was vast and it was only a matter of time before Damon won out.
When Damon was just about to start the third round of licks, Elena's shoulders slumped. Tears were running down her face and she had dug her finger into her palms hard enough to break through the first layer of skin. "Sir," she snapped, "you're the one in charge sir."
"Watch your tone," Damon said and reinforced his point with a pair of smacks on top of the deeper welt he'd given her after her initial sass. She cried out as the wood punished her. "Try again."
Elena took a deep breath. She stretched out her hands and rolled her shoulders a few times. Stefan grabbed her hand and she gave him a shaky smile before saying, "You're in charge, sir."
"Good girl," Damon patted her bottom gently with the ruler a few times. Elena was literally gritting her teeth. But she kept her remark to herself. Stefan squeezed her hand and she curled her fingers around his. "You can get up."
There were eight welts lined across her backside like the rugs of a ladder. Elena reached back and pressed her hand gently against the welts. Stefan noticed she gave the most attention to the extra deep welt Damon gave her for sass. Stefan suspected she didn'tquiteregret it, as much as it probably hurt.
"That's enough," Damon said. He pointed at the bed. "I want you to sit down and watch while I spank Stefan."
Elena kept her glare on Damon as she pulled down the fabic of her skirt. She started to stomp over to the bed but stopped. Probably hurt too much. As she sat carefully down, she snuck in a few extra rubs.
"C'mon, brother," Damon said, patting his knee.
Stefan rubbed his palms against his jeans before standing up. He looked over to Elena, who was watching them carefully while she squirmed around on her freshly paddled seat. Damon snapped his fingers and Stefan turned his attention to his brother. Stefan automatically folded his arms behind his back and lowered his head. Damon bent Stefan over his lap. As Stefan settled into position, Damon bared him in one practiced move.
Damon set the ruler across the middle of Stefan's buttocks. "Why are we here again, little bro?"
Stefan's thighs were still sore from the night before. He tried to part them, but Damon grabbed his legs and pushed them close. He could feel Elena's questioning look and his stomach dropped. The follow up to this was going to be almost as unpleasant an what he was about to face.
Damon used the ruler to swat Stefan's inner thighs a few times before closing his legs. Stefan winced as the sore skin sung unhappily. "These don't count." Damon started to spank the back of Stefan's thighs. "I suggest you to start talking."
"I got paddled at school," Stefan said. He couldn't help but move his legs around, causing his sore thighs to rub against each other. He bit his lip but couldn't quiet all his pain.
"What are you doing to him?" Elena demanded.
"I punished his thighs for lip yesterday," Damon said as he started to paddle Stefan's backside by rolling his wrist at a rapid pace with his sturdy ruler. Stefan couldn't give additional context because of the sudden intense pain. "I'm sure you can relate."
"You really are something," Elena said.
"And you're lucky your so cute," Damon said. He was still spanking Stefan, who couldn't help but rock his hips. "But I'm more than happy to bend you back over my knee if you haven't learned your lesson." Damon pulled Stefan closer to his stomach and lifted his knee. Stefan groaned as his undercurves were presented for punishment. "What happens when you get spanked at school, Stef?"
"You spank me at home, sir," Stefan said, gasping every few words as his sensitive skin was tenderized.
Damon paused. "Why do you think I have this rule?"
Stefan took a few deep breaths before he answered, "To reinforce the lesson."
Elena snorted. "What lesson was Baker even teaching Stefan?"
"To be more respectful of my teachers," Stefan said. Familiar guilt built up inside of him as he thought about how he'd treated them over the first few months of the school year.
"And why would Damon care about that?" Elena asked.
"So, we don't draw attention to ourselves," Stefan said.
"Lots of lies we don't want exposed," Damon said.
From the corner of his eyes, Stefan saw Elena fold her arms and huff a little at Damon's sound reasoning. Stefan smiled a little. Then he yelped in surprised pain as Damon began to spank him again. Stefan curled his toes and fingers. Damon heated Stefan's entire backside up with his rapid-fire blows.
"Are you learning anything?" Damon asked.
"Yes, sir," Stefan said. Damon continued to spank Stefan steadily as Stefan struggled to speak. "Obey and be respectful." He couldn't help but gasp because Damon started to punish his inner thighs with his horrible ruler. "Of adults."
"I like my household to reflect well on me," Damon said before Elena could remark on hypocrisies. "Less work on my part." He turned his attention back to Stefan, thankfully moving his ruler up and away from his extremely sore thighs. "Am I making my point?"
"Yes, sir," Stefan said.
"Okay," Damon said, "we're done here." He pulled Stefan's clothing over his sore skin with no regard for how much it would hurt, making a few tears slide down Stefan's face. "You can get up."
After standing up, Stefan couldn't help but reach behind and rub his sore skin. Damon dropped the ruler back the pen cup before standing up and began his waltz out of the room.
"You two have fun," Damon said. He turned around and pointed at them with both his index fingers with a big grin. "Or not."
Elena grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. Damon dodged with a chuckle before leaving them alone in Stefan's room.
