Prank Night Fall Out

31. Making Plans

Pairing: Elijah/Stefan (M/m) hand -mild

Mikaelson Estate

Kol and Stefan's Room

Evening

"Gentleman, the hour grows late. Stefan has school tomorrow. Can this not wait?" Elijah asked firmly, as he walked into the bedroom.

Damon had the graciousness to look embarrassed, and stand up to leave. "Stef, he's right. Go to bed and we'll talk more later. Goodnight, Elijah."

Stefan scowled and grumbled, "Whatever. You do what the hell you want anyway, Damon. You always do."

Damon started to defend himself, but Elijah told him to go and he would get Stefan to bed. Damon left without another word and Elijah went and sat on a chair need Stefan's bed.

"Stefan, I am not sure you are being fair to your brother. He has sacrificed a lot to take care of you and make a home for the two of you in Mystic Falls, has he not?"

Stefan whispered, "I guess." He flipped to his stomach and shut his eyes. "I'm tired. Just go, please."

"Kol is going to sleep with me tonight. Do you want to join us? We can make room," Elijah offered.

"No, I'm fine. I'm used to being by my damn self anyway," Stefan growled.

Elijah leaned over and swatted Stefan's upper thigh area under the covers.

"I think we need to sit down and have a recap of the rules around here. Young men who curse and backtalk get a mouthful of soap," Elijah warned lightly. "I know you are upset. Talk to me."

"I didn't even say anything," Stefan reproached as he turned to his side rubbing the spot Elijah popped.

"Keep this up and you're going to get yourself a warm behind, too," Elijah threatened. Stefan glared at the older vampires.

"That's not fair. You curse!" Stefan accused.

"I most certainly do not. And I am an adult so if I choose to use language like that, it is my choice. You are a young vampire who is still learning how to behave properly. We'll talk about this tomorrow," Elijah said simply. "Things will look better in the morning. I hate to see you so upset, though."

Stefan hissed, "I wish everyone would shut up and stop treating me like a baby for fuck's sake."

Elijah stepped over to the bed and easily flipped Stefan flat down from his side. He held Stefan down with his left hand and peeled down the covers.

"No, sorry, sorry, sorry, " Stefan belatedly whined in a soft voice. "I don't need a spanking."

Elijah ordered, "Hush now. You're getting the spanking you've been begging for.'

Elijah let go of Stefan's back and quickly peel down his shorts. He was bare beneath them. Elijah paused and put his left hand on Stefan's lower back. He turned and lightly began to swat Stefan's white, pale buttocks in a quick pace. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Stefan's face grew red in the dim light of the bedside table and he buried his face into his pillow in shame. Having his bum smacked so lightly like this, made him feel like he was three years old again. Had this happened to him when he had gotten out of bed. He made a note to ask his mother. A wash of joy that she was alive came over him, but was ruined by Damon's hatred of her. Stefan began to feel the emotions he had been suppressing bubbling up violently. His eyes began to leak.

Though Elijah was not whacking hard, after a minute, the swats began to sting and Stefan started wiggling a little, though he could not get much movement with Elijah securing him.