Prank Night Fall Out

28. Trusting Again

Pairing: Elijah/Kol (M/m) belt

Klaus/Rebekah (M/f) ping pong paddle

"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them."
― Ernest Hemingway

Mikaelson Estate

Kol and Stefan's Room

When Elijah came in to whip Kol's behind for the final night, Stefan got up from his bed to leave.

Kol said, "Mate, it's okay. You can stay. Finish what you were doing."

Elijah agreed, "Stefan, he's right. This is your room, too. Where Kol and I grew up, we all slept in a loft together until we were made vampires."

"Privacy, it didn't exist or really matter, back then," Kol recalled.

"Okay, don't mind me. I should probably finish this assignment," Stefan mentioned. In truth, he didn't know what to say to Damon right now. It was clear that they had very different experiences. Damon might never forgive Lily at this point. Stefan turned his back on Elijah and Kol and continued working.

Elijah went to Kol's drawer and took one of his belts out. It was rolled up and maybe slightly lighter then the more expensive Italian leather belt that Elijah wore with his suits. Elijah piled two pillows on the bed and turned to his younger brother.

"Take down your pants and lay on the bed, over the pillows. You can leave your underpants up," Elijah informed him. He didn't think Kol's cotton briefs would provide much protection anyhow.

Kol nodded and obeyed Elijah stoically. As he got settled with his hips over the pillows, Elijah pulled his pajama pants down further to Kol's knees.

"You know why you're getting spanked again. Little brother, my youngest living brother, I am loathe to do this and I truly hope this is the last time," Elijah said firmly. He pushed Kol down flat over the pillows and had him rest his head over his hands. Elijah placed a hand in the middle of his back and laid the doubled over belt over Kol's underpants.

Elijah began the thrashing slowly, he raised the belt and brought it down with a snap. Thwap! Kol remained silent, but flinched. Whap! Elijah laid down a second strip again on the fullest part of his bottom. Crack! Kol whimpered and shifted slightly. It hurt Elijah to see his position face-down, lying prone with only his underpants covering his quivering bottom. He knew this was hurting him. Thwap!

But Elijah continued to lash Kol soundly. Whap. He forced himself to tune out his soft sobs when they came.

Kol clung to the pillow in front of him. He tried to muffle his cries a bit but burying his face in the cushion. Kol knew Stefan was listening, but at that point, he didn't care. His behind felt welted. He tried not to move as more licks descended.

Crack! Crack! Crack! But when the belt struck Kol's exposed thighs, he thrashed and tried to get up. Elijah smacked the belt down a few more times on Kol's legs and then returned to his behind. Whap! Whap!

Whack! Whack!

"You will feel these when you sit down tomorrow, I imagine," Elijah informed Kol. He lashed his tender sit spots.

Whack! Whack!

When Kol was crying so hard that Elijah imagined he wasn't even feeling the licks anymore, he stopped. Elijah put the belt aside and gave his brother a moment to catch his breath. He sat down and gathered Kol to him. Kol melted in his older brother's arms, his tears soaked Elijah's expensive shirt.