Disclaimer: The characters of the vampire diaries do not belong to me. They belong to LJ Smith and the CW

Warning: Will contain spanking in later chapters

Stefan jumped when Damon slammed the door of the car shut after practically shoving him into the passenger seat. With shaking hands he strapped on the seatbelt. He had seen Damon angry before, both from when they were human and when they became vampires. Damon liked speed. He had always been fast. It had been a necessity. He got himself into all kinds of trouble he just had to be fast to get out of them. Like when father saw him in one of the brothels when he was supposed to be in bed. Their father had come home quickly; throwing Damon's door open only to find him sleeping in bed, the sheets pulled up to his chin. He had blinked at Giuseppe and asked if there was a problem. Their father didn't want to come across as less than stern or too caring so he had mumbled some explanation and shut the door. Only then did a fully dressed Damon get out of bed and start pulling his clothes off. He never told Stefan how he pulled that off. The point was Damon always had a thing for going fast, mostly just to break the rules. He liked to drive his car fast. And when he was angry, fast didn't even begin to cover it. And today he wasn't angry. He was furious. So when Stefan put on his seatbelt, he knew exactly how his brother was going to tear through Mystic Falls.

Damon clenched the steering wheel so hard; Stefan thought he was going to rip it right off. He already knew it was dented. He had heard the creaks.

"I'm really…"

"Don't talk"

"Please just list…."

The car screeched to a halt and Stefan swallowed. Damon glared at him. "What did I say about talking, huh? You want me to light into you right here? You want that?" Stefan shook his head vigorously with wide eyes. "Then you shut up. Keep quiet and don't say a word until I say so" Damon hissed, pulling the car back onto the road while Stefan tried to disappear into the seat.

Damon was out of the car and pulling Stefan out before the car had completely stopped. He pushed his little brother onto the couch and stood in front of him, arms crossed over his chest and a furious look on his face.

"Tell me what happened from the beginning"

Stefan shifted on the couch. "I uhm…wo-woke up, showered and drank some b-blood. Then I went to the mall. I saw a watch that looked similar to the one you got me and I took it. But E-Elijah made me put it back and t-took me to his house. Then he called you"

"Do you remember the last time that you took something that didn't belong to you?"

"Y-yes sir"

"You also remember what happened after?"

Stefan turned whiter than he already was. "P-please you can't… don't use t-that. Please"

"What I punish you with is my business, not yours. I asked you a question. Do you remember what happened after?"

"Yes s-sir"

"Good. Lets get this over with" Damon said, moving towards a frozen, wide-eyed, very very pale Stefan. He pulled him off the couch and deposited him on his lap. It was only when his hand moved to the waistband of his jeans did Stefan break out of his dazed stupor and start to struggle.

"N-no. Wait. D-Damon pl-please. You d-don't have to. I'm sorry"

"Of course you are" Damon said, succeeding in unclasping the designer jeans and starting to pull it down along with his boxers. "You usually are in this position" he added. He pulled Stefan's belt from the loops and placed it on the floor beside his head.

"Please. I won't do it again. I swear"

SMACK

"Owww" Stefan screeched. Damon was not holding back. He had never started this hard before. At this rate he would be sobbing before the third smack. His eyes were already misting over.

"I intend to make sure you don't. At least not for the next hundred years" Damon said, laying down another heavy swat. Stefan's hand flew back to cover his backside, only for Damon to return it to its original position. "You do that again and you will regret it"

Stefan sniffed, folding his hands under his head so as not to send them anywhere else. He surely didn't want more punishment. Damon continued to land the heavy smacks and Stefan was now weeping steadily. His backside was flaming, and Damon hadn't even started with the c… No, he wouldn't think about it. But…. Oh god… A strangled sob caught in his throat at a particularly painful swat.

"Ah! Owww Owww. Damon, please. I swear, I swear I won't do it again. I promise. I'm sorry. Please stop"

Damon just kept swatting. Damon didn't lecture during a spanking, preferring to let his hand do the talking. Stefan clenched and unclenched his butt cheeks and tried to keep his hands in front of him. This was the worst spanking he had ever received and it wasn't even over yet. The difficult part was yet to come. Damon finally stopped spanking and Stefan let out a watery sigh. Then the realization of what that meant dawned on him and he let out a loud wail as he began to thrash around wildly.

"No no no. Please don't. I beg you. I won't do it again please. I swear. I swear on my life. I would never ever try to steal again. Oh Dio no. Oddio. Prego Dio no. Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace. Non prego. (Oh god no. Oh God. Please God no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Don't please)"

"Stefan calm down"

"Not the cane. Si prega di non utilizzare la canna (Please don't use the cane). I promise I'll be good"

Damon paused. He had promised Stefan a long time ago that if he tried to steal again he would use the cane and it wouldn't be four strokes. He had been angry when he said that. He had no intention of caning Stefan. But the cane instilled fear in him. He had an idea.

"Dammi una buona ragione perche non dovrei usare la canna (Give me a good reason why I shouldn't use the cane). Why shouldn't I cane the thievery out of you right now?"

"B-because I said I-I said I was s-sorry a-and I won't do it ag-again" Stefan answered. Damon almost chuckled at the childish answer.

"Do you promise?"

Stefan nodded his head furiously

"I didn't hear you"

"Prometto…. I promise. I promise"

"Okay. I won't use the cane" Damon said picking up the belt he was going to use the whole time anyway.

Stefan breathed a watery sigh of relief and then screamed when Damon laid a burning stripe on his very sore posterior. It wasn't the cane but it hurt. Oh God it hurt. He started sobbing again. After the sixth very hot smack he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He covered his burning bottom with his hand and turned a flushed tear streaked face towards his big brother. "Please, hic I'm s-sorry hic hic I won't steal ever again. I hic swear it hic. P-please it h-hurts. It hurts b-bad"

Damon looked at the tearful face below him and sighed. He was not done. Not at all. But Stefan was looking at him with those pleading wide eyes that got him anything he asked for and he was caving and… no. he wouldn't cave. He rubbed Stefan's back soothingly and whispered "Just four more Stef. It would be over soon". There were definitely more than four strokes left but Damon couldn't bring himself to go further than that. Not after that look Stefan just gave him

Stefan's face crumbled further as he shook his head and hoarsely whispered "Please"

Damon laid the last four strokes quickly. Stefan slumped in exhaustion and sobbed his heart out. This was one offence he was never repeating. Ever. He slid off Damon's lap and buried his face in the couch, rubbing furiously at his enflamed bottom. Damon pulled him into a hug and put his head under his chin.

"It's okay. You're okay" he soothed, running his hands up and down Stefan's back.

"Fa male, fa male, fa male, oh Dio fa male" Stefan sobbed (it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, oh God it hurts)

"So che fa male (I know it hurts). That's why it's called punishment. But you won't do it again, right?" Stefan shook his head vigorously. "Good. Why don't you go get some sleep?" Stefan nodded into his chest and, after a kiss to his head, made his way upstairs to his room, still rubbing his bottom and completely unaware that he was wearing no pants. He had kicked it off during the spanking. Damon waited until he heard his bedroom door close and then turned to the mini bar to pour himself a drink.

"You can come out of hiding now Ric"

Alaric slinked out of the corner he had been hiding and grinned lopsidedly at Damon. "How did you know I was there?"

Damon gave him a look that said "Really?" and Alaric blushed.

"Right. Vampire abilities" he said. "Well that was intense"

"Yeah well. Stefan tends to slip into our native language when he is emotional or very distraught. I don't think he's even aware he does it"

"That was not what I meant and you know it. I've never seen you go so hard on Stefan before. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really"

"Oh come on. I've got nowhere to be. I have nothing but time"

"Well I have somewhere to be. I need to check on Stefan" Damon said, picking Stefan's fallen clothes and starting to climb the stairs

"Really? That's a crappy excuse. You're just trying to ignore me" Alaric replied, following closely behind

"Is it working?"

"No. I'm gonna get that story out of you one way or the other"

Damon opened Stefan's bedroom door to find him sprawled out on the bed. He was wearing only a shirt and had placed a cold wet towel on his sore naked backside. He sniffled and hiccupped occasionally and there were tear drops stuck on his lashes.

"Wow. You really did a number on him"

Damon opened Stefan's closet and took a pair of boxers that he put on his little brother. Then he pulled the sheets over him and, with a kiss to his hair, left him to sleep.

"You know that you'll tell me eventually, right?"

"I know. But it's not today"

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