Chapter 4: Stefan

Warning: Spanking in this chapter. The Italian in this chapter was translated by Google translate. Don't know how accurate it is.

The car drive home was tense. Stefan coud hear Damon's teeth grinding. He was afraid. Hell, he was terrified of his brother. Damon was angry. Sratch that, he was furious. The flattened pair of handcuffs in the sherriff's office and the white-knucled grip on the steering wheel was unrefutable evidence. So was the smarting in his backside. He squirmed in the seat.

Damon saw Stefan shift in the seat. Again. Maybe his little reminder wasn't so little after all but he liked to keep his promises. He had promised Stefan wouldn't be sittng comfortably for the ride home if there was no tangible reason why he was in a police station. And there hadn't been. Seriously, drinking and doing drugs? And cocaine? He was lucky he hadn't taken a belt to his bare ass at the station. Damon sighed as he remembered what happened at the police station.

The sherriff opened the cell door but Stefan stood where he was and didn't come out.

"Come here", Damon said. Stefan shook his head. Damon growled in annoyance and stepped into the cell. Stefan moved back until his back hit the wall. Damon grabbed his arm and tried dragging him put of the cell. He dug his heels into the floor and would not budge.

"Liz, would you excuse us?", Damon asked. Stefan's eyes were wide as he shook his head vehemently, pleading with the sherriff to stay. Liz Forbes knew what was going to happen to the teenage vampire but she couldn't be witness to it. With a look of sympathy at Stefan, she left.

Stefan renewed his struggling as his brother dragged him over to the bed and sat down. He pulled him over his lap and started swatting. "Cocaine, Stefan? Cocaine!", Damon spat. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please", Stefan begged. "Oh you will be sorry. I can promise you that. After I'm done with you, you will regret every wrong decision you've taken tonight". With that Damon raised him off his lap and pulled him toward the door. Stefan wiped the tears from his face and rubbed his bottom with the hand Damon had not imprisoned in his hold. Damon deposited him in the car and pt on his seatbelt. Stefan had been too distressed thinking about what would happen once they got home to be embarrased about that.

The knot in Stefan's stomach got tighter and tighter the closer they got to home. He knew today's punishment would be bad. It would really hurt. He had fucked up big time. His stomach clenched as the boarding house came into view.

Damon pulled into their driveway and stopped the car. He got out and slammed the door, making his little brother jump. Stefan remained in the car. He didn't want to risk his brother's wrath by getting out when he hadn't been told to. Damon went towards the trres while Stefan continued to stare at the floor of the car. He looked up when he heard Damon knock on the window and almost had a heart attack. Damon was holding three freshly cut switches. He had only been switched twice in his life and undeath ; once when he had jumped from a high branch into the lake and the second when he had stayed out all night and hadn't told Damon where he had gone. If he didn't know before that his crime was serious, the presence of the switches confirmed it beyond reasonable doubt.

His hand moved before he thought about what hewas doing as he pressed lock on all the doors. He realised his mistake as he noticed the key was not in the ignition. Before he could deliberate on his folly, Damon had opened the door and dragged him from his seat towards the house. It was good that their house was away from town and they didn't have neighbours or Damon was sure someone would have called the police at the way Stefan was screaming and struggling. It was like he was going to kill him. Stefan was struggling so hard, his arms and legs flailing, Damon had to practically carry him into the house.

Damon bent him on the backof the couch and swept his jeans and boxers to his ankles. "No! No! Please. Don't. I said I was sorry.", Stefan begged. Damon swatted him hard "Sorry is not enough, Stefan", he said, picking up a switch. "Count them out"

Thwack! " Owww. One"

Thwack! " Ahh. Two"

Thwack! " Ow. T-three"

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Damon laid three quick strikes on his bottom. His hand shot back and he rubbed furiously at his burning bottom. " Move your hands Stefan. You do that again and I start over. What was the count?", he asked. " F-Five", Stefan sobbed out. Damon continued with the strokes while Stefan did his best to keep his hands in front. It took all of his will not to reach back.

Thwack! " Cin-cinquant-taquat-tro", he whispered. Damon paused. Stefan was counting in italian. He only used italian when he was exhausted or very emotional or in trouble. He must be very out of it if he was speaking italian. Damon decided to wrap it up.

Thwack! " Cinquantanove"

Thwack! " Se-sessan-sessanta. Per fav-vore. Per favore. Mi d-dispiace", Stefan sobbed. Damon threw the switch to the ground and pulled Stefan up and into his arms but Stefan wriggled out of his arms and curled up on the floor crying. He didn't want his brother's comfort. " Come on Stef. I'm sorry I was harsh but what you did was terrible. Come here. Venire a grande fratello", Damon soothed. He pulled Stefan into his arms again and this time he didn't refuse the comfort. Damon moved them from the floor to the couch and settled Stefan on his lap. Stefan's hands immediately went around his neck and Damon smiled into his hair. Stefan could never refuse comfort from him. He rubbed his back and whispered comforting words into his ear as he tried to calm him down. Finally, he fell asleep,his breath still shuddering occasionally. Damon kissed his head once and watched him sleep.

His little brother was going to be the death of him.

Italian translation

Cinquantaquattro - fifty five

Cinquantanove - fifty nine

Sessante - sixty

Per favour - please

Mi dispiace - I'm sorry

Venire a grande fratello - come to big brother

Whew! Here's the last chapter. Hope it was good. I have exams starting tomorrow but I was tired of studying so I thought I'd put up the last chapter. Thank you all for the reviews. You made my first fanfiction writing experience great. Wish me luck in statistics. Oh and please review.