Nightly Lessons Book I: The Book of Beginnings

[Peeker]

The only thing more frightening than the girl standing behind them, her tall frame flickering with a misty blue storm of energy, was the taller man that appeared in front of them when they started to turn, ablaze with a green corona of power. The bench they'd been hiding behind simply wasn't there anymore. As though it never existed.

"....and then there are those jokes which simply aren't that funny." Aleksandr said, grimly. Gabby had a hurt expression on her face.

"Young Mikeal and Fredrrick! They're pigs, Sire! Absolute pigs!" The woman turned on her heel, and began to storm away.

"...Gabby, beloved." Aleksandr becoked softly, a heavy hand crushing each of the boy's shoulders, before trailing up to their ears, and pinching each one's tightly. "I would have you go into my study and..." Aleksandr paused. "No. I suppose not. We'll all attend to the sitting room - my paddle is still there from last week, isn't it?"

Gabriella blushed slightly, but nodded. "Aye, Sire."

"Right, then. Here we go, boys. You're about to find out that nothing good happens when you pick on my little girl." He began to walk at a far-too-fast pace, leaving the boys to curse and hurry along with him. "In fact," he added grimly, "nothing good happens for an exceptionally long time."

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

"Ow! Lord Aleksandr it was just a little harmless joke..." Mikeal turned his head quickly towards that hand that pitched his ear painfully to help ease the pain. "Just ouch! harmless prank!"

"Hey AWE! Lade gå man! Lord Aleks come on it YEOW!" Freddrick tried to resiste following which proved more painful since Aleks held the ear firmly and had no intention to let the boy resisted him. "AWW! Holde op forfamen! Det går ondt! IT's just hair! It'll grow back!"

Mikeal wasn't sure what Freddrik was saying exactly but he could just is was 'Let go man.', and 'Stop it damn it, it hurts!' . But then again,his danish wasn't all that great. The two followed Aleks nervously if not pained until they were in the sitting room where he released their ears.

"It was his idea!" Despite that fact that by human years they were adults, they both could act like children. They pointed at each other and glared. "LIar! It was your idea!"

They started yelling at each other, hopping to put most of the blame on the other so that Aleks would go easy on them.

[Peeker]

"It is Lord Rastline you insolent little brat!" Aleksandr snapped as the four made their way to the sitting room. "I am not a man to be toyed with, so Night Above help you if you don't hold your tongue, and treat me with respect, both of you! Your sires will hear about this, and if they aren't satisfied with my work, Nine Hells hear me, I'll give it to you a second time before I let you go back home."

The very nature of a fledglinghood was that one was treated as an inferior, a youth, one to learn and develop. Childish pranks and actions were a surprisingly common result.

As were, of course, childish retributions.

The two young men were fairly launched into the sitting room, thrown up against the mantle. The fire was, thankfully, banked.

Aleksandr reached into the sittingroom table drawer, and pulled out the small (familiar) paddle. He frowned. "No... No, I'm afraid if I have either of you over my knee, I might break a few bones. I'll go easy on you."

A short spell later, the paddle had nearly tripled in length, having taken on a certainly different form - it was still a paddle, but not made for the same punishment.

"Go on. Both of you. Drop trousers. When you began to act like a child you lost the right to keep your dignity around a Lady. Dear girl, do take a seat. These lads will be here for a while."

Almost agasp at how quickly her Sire was moving, Gabby quickly took a seat on the other side of the room.

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

"Det var..." Frieddrik gapped at the paddle nervously while Mikeal dropped to his knees, the harsh sound of bone hitting the wooden floors echoed in the room. "Mikeal what are you..."

The man was pale as he gathered his hand in a plead to Aleksandr. He was shivering visibly and it wasn't about being bared in front of the girl he had a crush on, but the mention of Razziel.

"Please..." He stared fixed at Aleks. "Lord Rastline I beg you, don't tell Master Razziel. Please!"

Freddrik didn't know Razziel or his cruelty so he was at a lose as to Mikeal's terror and Gabby's flinching at the name.

"What in that...?" He looked at the three for answer which he would never gain.

"Please. I'll take the paddle, the cane, even the cat!" Mikeal looked despreatly at the angry Lord before him. "I'lld o anything just don't tell him! PLEASE!"

Freddrik began undoing his belt, feeling that it would be best to do so. Whatever was going on, he knew he wasn't getting answers for.

[Peeker]

Aleksandr smiled a hungry grin at Mikeal.

"Well. We'll just have to see, won't we? I suggest you get up immediately, and treat me with the same fear and respect you do your own sire."

"L-lord Aleksandr!" Gabby looked pale. Aleksandr visibly softened, frowning at her. He shook his head gently.

"No, Gabby. I won't." He shook Mikeal off, and walked over to the girl, putting his hands lightly over her's, kneeling down before her chair. "I'm simply being overprotective. Naughty boys need a bit of the Lord's fear in them. Do not worry. There won't be any canes, nor will there be any of Razziel's punishments added on -" Aleksandr looked at the pair. "-I assure you I'm upset enough, they'll be plenty sorry."

He risked a gentle touch to the girl's cheek, before standing again, hefting the paddle. "Boys. Assume the position. Hands on the mantle, legs spread."

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

"What was that about?" Freddrik dropped his pants and turned placing his hands lightly on the mantle and spread his legs. He wasn't a stranger to a paddling or spanking, he just didn't get them often. "You okay?"

Mikeal sad nothing as he roase to shacky legs and fumbled with his own belt. Strange how fear could turn a simple garment against him. The buckle seemed to be a bear trap against his hand but with some tries he undid it. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

'Close my eyes, count to ten, it will be over when I open them...' He told himself and then opened his eyes again and looked at Aleks with a hollow blank stare as his posture turn to that of a soldier. "Yes Lord Rastline. As you wish it..."

He released his pants as he turned and walked surprising easily and placed his hand firmly on the mantle, his knucks pale.

[Peeker]

"Enough talking Master Freddrick." Aleksandr said dryly. "We're beginning. For a horrible prank, childish behavior, for insulting my home, and the honor of a lady - my girl - you are being punished.... and once you have been punished, you will be forgiven.

The paddle arced down with a speed that belied its size - covering one man's cheeks, rising up, and coming down on the other's with equal power - all with stunning quickness.

SMA-SMACK!

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

"OW! FÅR HELVEDE!" Freddrik yowled at the feel of the paddle. His lady didn't hit anywhere close to as hard as Aleks did. "Satans man!"

Freddy danced a bit on his feet as he gripped the mantle and looked at Mikeal. The man merely gruntled his discomfort at the pain and breathed deeply through his nostiles.

"Mmph... One Lord Rastline." Mikeal finally stated and readjusted himself.

Freddrik blinked and faced the wall again. His friend was insane.

"Is it too late to say sorry?" He asked looking at both the girl and her Sire. Gabby almost looked like a young boy in the moment, her hair bareley reaching the nap of her neck and very uneven.

[Peeker]

Gabby winced. "...Master Fredrrick... it is never too late to say 'sorry'. I'm afraid it may be too late for that to mean anything to my Sire, however."

SMA-SMACK!

"Not at all. Actually, it means that I'm not wasting our time. Instead, you'll be proving you're sorry." Aleksandr swung again.

SMA-SMACK!

[Kira_Wolf_Cub]

Freddrik cried otu louder while Mikeal kept a blank and void face, grunting and hissing the pain of the smacks.

"Two Lord Rastline.... (grunt)sssssss... Three Master Rastline..."

Mikeal was taking this like a militarian punishment. The same way he would had it been Razziel paddling him.