Tough love

No Fighting

"Good morning." Elijah greeted Damon, smiling at him as he entered the kitchen.

He was the last up, and his smile dropped when he saw Peter and Stiles. Instead he looked at the ground and walked quickly to his seat, fidgeting but never looking up. Elijah just ignored it and began placing everyone's food in front of them.

The boys all laughed and talked over breakfast, reminding Elijah just how much he had missed this. It didn't take long for him to notice however that Damon hadn't even touched his food. He frowned deeply, believing they had been making progress with this. The oldest calmly waited until the boys had all finished eating before speaking up.

"Okay boys, go get ready for school. Damon, Dean, stay in here with me for a sec." Elijah said gently, smiling at each of them as they left.

Dean immediately straightened up, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed Damon's plate. Apparently he had noticed it too.

"Damon you haven't eaten anything. You know we can't let you leave this table until we do." Elijah said, leaning closer to the boy who was fidgeting in his seat.

"I'm not hungry." Damon replied.

"Bullshit. Damon you've been doing so well, what happened?" Dean asked, ignoring the glare Elijah sent him at his cussing.

"I... I don't deserve to eat." Damon explained, biting his lip so hard or drew blood.

"What? Of course you do Damon, why would you even say that?" Dean asked immediately, eyebrows furrowing.

But Elijah, he already knew.

"Because he feels guilty about Peter and Stiles. Okay, I had hoped we wouldn't have to do this, but come on, let's just get this punishment done and over with. Dean, make sure the boys are all ready for school by the time I get down, okay?" Elijah asked, receiving a nod from dean.

Damon gulped but didn't complain as they ascended the stairs, following obediently behind. Elijah waited until he stepped into his room, closing the door and sitting down on the bed, Damon standing in front of him and looking at the floor.

"Okay, so I know you feel guilty about what happened. And although what happened was technically your fault, it was meant to be harmless with stiles and you were unaware you were hurting Peter. So although I'm not completely convinced you deserve this, I'm going to give you 20 with my hand and 20 with a belt. Then you'll go apologize to both of them one final time and all is forgiven. Do you understand that after this all of what happened is completely forgiven?" The eldest asked.

"Yes sir." Damon said, already positioning himself over Elijahs lap.

The oldest but his lip and set to work quickly. And although cries left Damon's lips, like dean, he never asked for his brother to stop. Elijah almost missed when the boys would beg him to stop, it felt like he was helping them hurt themselves when they didn't.

He finally got through the twenty with his hand, taking a minute to gently rub Damon's sore backside. He hated the cries that left his brothers lips, and when Damon had finally calmed down slightly he stood him up to face him once again, wiping the tears off his face and kissing his forehead.

"Ready for the last bit baby?" Elijah asked gently.

And although he hated to admit it even to himself, he knew if Damon had asked him not to he wouldn't have done it. Nevertheless, Damon just nodded and bent over the bed, gripping the sheets in his hands. Elijah bitterly took off his belt and began to spank Damon with it, making sure he gave him a few seconds between licks.

"Last five buddy, can you count them for me?" Elijah asked his sobbing brother.

"Y-yes s-sir." Damon responded, sniffling.