"Elena... What have you possibly been thinking?! You could've killed her!" Damon said harshly as he walked into their room after he calmed Becca down.
"I don't know! I lost my temper and I didn't realize what I did," Elena said.
"What did she do to make you punish her?" Damon asked her, calmer. He took a seat next to his wife on the bed.
"She got suspended for four days..."
"She got what?!" Damon exclaimed, cutting her off. He ran his fingers through his hair.
Elena explained what happened at the school and what caused her to spank Becca in the first place.
"I know she disobeyed and disrespected you and I didn't blame you that you spanked her, because honestly she's more than deserving of that, but what you did... It's not okay and it's not acceptable. I know you're mad at her, but spanking her until she's bruised like that is way too extreme. The purpose of a spanking is to teach her a lesson, not to make her nearly died," Damon said, pointing it out as per usual.
"I just got really angry at her," she said, reasoning with him.
Damon let out a sigh. "We've talked about this, Elena. Never, ever, take your anger out on her. Especially when you are spanking her," he said.
"Look, I'm sorry...," she apologized, playing with her hands.
"I'm not the one whom you should be apologizing to and you know exactly sorry doesn't always cut it," Damon said.
"What do you mean?" Elena asked hesitantly.
"You're going to apologize to Becca, but before that you're going to get a spanking from me," Damon stated bluntly.
Elena laughed nervously. "You're kidding, right?"
Damon shook his head. "No, I'm not," he told her, shooting her with an 'I'm-goddamn-serious' look.
Elena blinked at his statement. "You can't do that. I'm not a child. Besides, I'm too old for a spanking," she said.
"You're not a child, but you sure act like one. You can't just take your anger out on our daughter like you just did, Elena. It's a very immature thing to do," Damon said again.
"I know that, but..."
"No buts. Besides, in my opinion, you're never too old for a spanking. So, get over here," Damon said sternly, patting his lap.
"Come on, Damon... Let this slide and we can do something else," Elena said, trying to distract him. She approached Damon, but instead of lying across his lap, she climbed and sat astride of him. She landed a kiss on the cheek and started trailing down kisses from his jaw to the crook of his neck.
"What are you doing?" Damon questioned her, still with his stern voice.
"Can't I just have a romantic time with my sweet, hot, immortal husband?" Elena asked back in her sexy voice, starting to kiss him again. As bad as Damon wanted to have a make out session with his wife, he swallowed back all his lust because he knew Elena did something very wrong and he needed to deal with that. Damon grabbed both of her upper arms and pushed her body away from him gently.
"We have forever to do that, Elena. On the other hand, we can't let something like this slide. Don't you think?" Damon asked, raising one of his perfect eyebrows.
Elena didn't answer. She just stared sadly at Damon.
"Come on. Let's get this over with," he said, lifted her up gently and pulled her across his lap.
"No... Please... This is so embarrassing... Our daughter will hear it...," Elena whined.
"Will hear what?" Damon asked, making it as if he didn't know what she was talking about.
"She will hear you giving me a spanking," Elena answered timidly. If she wasn't a vampire, Elena was sure her cheeks would turn as red as a tomato.
Although Elena couldn't see him, she could sense his smirk. "You should've thought about that," he said before yanked Elena's jeans and panties down and dropped them to the floor.
"And presumably a little bit humiliation will remind you what you did was out of line and was very wrong," Damon added.
"Come on, hon... You don't have to do this. You've never spanked me before," Elena said, still trying to talk him out of it.
"There's always a beginning of everything and I think this is the only fair punishment since you will feel what she felt. Except, I won't spank you until you're bruised like what you did to her," he replied.
Damon lifted his hand, swung, and landed it hard on Elena's bare bum. Damon used his full strength on her because he knew Elena wouldn't even feel it if he only used his human strength with she's being a vampire and all.
Elena grunted. "Ouch! Damon," she whined.
"What? It's a spanking. It should be hurt," he replied.
Elena frowned and didn't stop struggling out of his firm grip. Damon landed more hard smacks to her backside, which made Elena grunted and whimpered. She kicked her legs and reached back, trying to protect her backside from his smacks.
"Elena," Damon said warningly. Elena put her hand away, but as soon as he started smacking her backside again, she caught off guard and reached her hand back again. Damon tried to catch her arm, but Elena kept struggling and moving her body, trying to avoid the smacks. It made him difficult to continue with the spanking.
"Seriously, Elena. I'm not doing a wrestling match," he told her, getting irritated.
"So stop spanking me. It hurts," Elena whined.
"It should be. You're getting punished," Damon replied, caught her wrist, and restrained it with his hand on the side of her body. He started raining down hard smacks again to her backside, adding extra hard swats on her sit spots and upper thighs.
Damon didn't say anything at first, but then he started the lecture when he swatted her backside with even more force than before.
"You know what you did was wrong, Elena, and you shouldn't do it, but again, you lost control of your temper and took it out on our daughter. You nearly killed her. Remember that she's our daughter and she's a human. You can't just compare her with us vampires. You can't just spank her until she died and she would gain back her consciousness in matter of minutes like a vampire. She's a human," Damon lectured, emphasizing every word with a hard smack across her backside.
"Ow! Damon. Okay, I get it. I'll control my anger next time," Elena said, kicking her legs.
"You know what? I don't think you understand enough. So, get up," he said, patting her backside firmly. Elena pushed her body up and Damon helped her gently.
"Go get me your hairbrush," he commanded.
"What? No... Please, Damon. I had enough," Elena said, jutting out her lips.
"I will be the judge of that. You barely even feel it with only my bare hand. Go get me your hairbrush, Elena. Now," Damon commanded, sternly this time.
Elena went to her dresser and took her hairbrush. She headed back to where Damon was and handed it to him.
"Thank you. Now, get back over my lap," Damon instructed.
Elena shook her head in response.
"Elena," Damon warned, "Get over my lap."
"No, I had enough and you said you wouldn't spank me until I'm bruised," Elena started with her excuses.
"And I'll keep my promise, but like I said, you barely feel it when I only spank you with my hand."
"I had enough, honey. Let's just cuddle," Elena said, trying to seduce him again.
"Elena, I'm done playing games. Get over my lap," he commanded again. His voice denoted he was deadly serious, but Elena didn't listen to him. She climbed onto him, sat astride, and started trailing down kisses again.
"I'm not playing this game, Elena. You have ten seconds to get over my lap," he told her firmly.
"Ten... Nine... Eight...," Damon started counting down. He raised his eyebrows when he reached three.
Elena got back on her feet and frowned. She stared at her husband, but didn't move from her position.
"Two..." Damon kept counting, staring at Elena with eyebrows raised and arms crossed over her chest.
Elena let out a huff and laid across his lap. She didn't want to test his patience which was wearing as thin as ice in the beginning of spring.
"Thank you," Damon said.
"Give me your hand," he told her.
"Why?"
"Because we both know you will reach your hand back and try to intervene with your punishment," Damon answered, matter-of-factly.
Elena couldn't argue with that, so she let Damon took hold of her hand. Her fingers entwined in his and it sent warm feelings through both of their bodies. Unlike before, Elena didn't struggle much because she knew it was just futile. Damon was stronger than her. Without warning, Damon lifted his hand and swatted her backside with the hairbrush.
"Ooowww," Elena whimpered.
Elena bit her lower lip to restrain herself from screaming out loud. Tears sprang to her eyes not long after that. For a moment, the only sounds in the room were her sobs and the back of the hairbrush made contact hard with her backside. Damon kept spanking her until she was crying like a baby and she muttered sorry in between her sobs. Her backside was throbbing and sore.
"You don't abuse our daughter," Damon told her, emphasizing each word with a smack.
"Oww. Yes, Damon," Elena said.
"I don't want this to ever happen again. Do you understand me, Elena?" Damon asked sternly.
"Yes, I promise. It won't happen again," Elena answered sincerely.
Satisfied with her answer, Damon landed the last two hard and solid smacks to her sit spots and put the hairbrush away. He picked her up and sat her down carefully on his lap.
Elena winced as her sore, tender bottom made contact with Damon's pants. Elena put her head on Damon's shoulder while sobbing. He caressed her hair and whispered sweet things to her ear until her sobs reduced into sniffles. Damon rocked her and they cuddled for a while.
"I love you, Damon," Elena said, still cuddling with him.
"I love you too, babe," Damon said, planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Although... You were harder to handle than Becca," he added. One side of his lips curved up into a little smirk.
"I did not," Elena replied.
"You did too," Damon teased her, "I had to count to make you bend over my lap. You're even more childish than our daughter."
Elena pouted her lips in response. She stuck out her tongue at him. Damon chuckled and shook his head slightly.
"You're such a child," he commented.
"But you still love me," Elena said, smiling.
"I will never stop loving you," Damon told her, kissing her lips gently. She returned the kiss.
"You need to apologize and try to talk to Becca though, hon. She took it very hard," Damon said, changing the subject.
"I feel really bad. I hope Becca will forgive me. She freaked out a little," Elena said.
"A little?" Damon asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Okay. A lot... but I didn't do it on purpose," she replied.
"That's why you need to talk to her," Damon told her.
"I know and I'm going to do it now," Elena said, getting up.
She slid back her underwear and her pants up, grimaced in the process, then went to Becca's room. She knocked on the door, but didn't hear any response. So, she just turned the door knob and opened it. The door creaked as Elena pushed it open.
Elena saw Becca curling up on her bed, staring blankly at the wall. She approached her and sat on the bed.
"Becca... Sweetie...," Elena started, putting a hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"What do you want?" Becca asked coldly, shrugging Elena's hand off her.
"I want to apologize for what happened. I lost my temper and I took my anger out on you. I'm sorry. I really am. I hope you would forgive me," Elena apologized. Becca could hear sincerity in Elena's voice, but being her stubborn-self, she shook her head slightly.
"No, I don't forgive you. You hurt me. Just go away," Becca said.
"Becca...," Elena said, sounded hurt, "Look... I didn't do it on purpose. I saw red. I made a mistake..."
"Maybe the mistake you made was to adopt me," Becca mumbled under her breath, but of course Elena heard it.
"How could you say that?" Elena sounded even more hurt than before.
"Get out of my room. I want to be alone," Becca told her.
"Becca, I..."
"I said get out of my room," Becca said through her gritted teeth.
Elena sighed and got up. She left the room and closed the door, leaving Becca, who silently crying onto her pillow, alone in her room.