Fifteen with An Attitude

"Klaus?" Damon asked, furrowing his eyebrows, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I should be the one to ask you what are you doing here at my house? And why are you beating up my son?" Klaus asked, letting go his grip completely from Damon's shirt.

"He is your son?" Damon asked him back instead of answering. He was pointing at James.

"Father, you know that guy?" James asked hoarsely, getting up on his feet and wiped the blood away from his nose with the back of his hand.

"He just came out of nowhere and started to beat me up," James continued.

"This is Damon. We have a complicated relationship, but I think it is safe to say that he is an old friend of mine. I have no idea why he is here or why he did what he did," Klaus answered in his thick accent.

"Why don't you ask that to your son? He was the one who messed with my daughter in the first place. Your son had ruined my daughter's life," Damon stated, still with a hint of anger in his voice.

"What?" Klaus furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. He diverted his gaze to his son. "James, care to elaborate?" Klaus asked his son.

"I have no idea what he's talking about," James answered.

"Oh, really? Maybe if I tell you my daughter's name is Rebecca Salvatore it would recall your memory?" Damon asked, folding his arms.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell. I have no idea who she is," James answered, pretending to be confused.

"You mess with the wrong person, kid," Damon hissed. He was about to start attacking James again, but Klaus stopped him. Klaus stepped in front of him and put both of his hands on his chest to restrain Damon from attacking his son. "Damon, chill!" he told him.

"How can I chill?! He raped my daughter!" Damon hissed.

Klaus' eyes went wide as soon as the words left Damon's mouth.

"What the hell? This is insane! He's a lunatic!" James yelled, pointing at Damon.

"Why don't we all calm down and we can talk about this inside," Klaus suggested.

Damon took a deep breath and nodded his head. Klaus invited Damon into the house with James trailed behind them.

"James, go to your room," Klaus ordered.

"What? He's accusing me for something I clearly didn't do. I'm staying," James said, crossing his arms.

"James, I need to talk with him alone. Go to your room," Klaus told him again.

"Now," he added when James stayed in his position. James groaned and stomped upstairs.

Klaus let out a sigh. "Ooookay," he said, sitting on the chair across from Damon.

"That was a serious accusation you pointed at my son, Damon," Klaus started, "How do you know about this?"

"My daughter had been acting weird these past several days and I made her tell me what happened," Damon answered.

"And how do you know she's not making it up or lying to you?"

"Because I compelled her to tell me the truth," Damon told him, matter-of-factly.

"Oh, wow," Klaus sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"What are we going to do about this?" he asked few minutes later.

"Honestly I was planning to kill him, but it turned out he's your son," Damon answered, looking irritated.

"I'll talk to him and I'll make him tell me what he did. I'm not going to stop you if you're thinking about pressing charges against him because honestly, I think he deserves it. It'll make him think twice before doing it again," Klaus stated. "It's not my decision to make. It's my daughter's. I'll ask her if she's going to press charges against him," Damon sighed and Klaus nodded his head.

"Alright. I need to head home. I can't leave my daughter alone in the house for too long. I'll see you later Klaus," Damon said, getting up from his seat.

Klaus walked him to the front door. "I apologize for my son's behavior. I can't believe it myself that he's capable of doing something like this," he said, "I'll talk to him and I'll make him regret he ever did something that stupid." "Thank you," Damon replied.

Klaus nodded his head. "Have a safe trip home," he said and with that, Damon sped off back to his house.

"James David Mikaelson!" Klaus bellowed as he pushed the door to his son's room open, "Have you lost your mind? What the hell were you thinking? Raping a girl? I did not teach you to grow up like this." "Dad, don't tell me you believe what he said. He's a f*cking lunatic! I didn't rape anybody," James defended himself.

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"Mmm... So, if I compel you to tell me the truth, you will still tell me the same thing?" Klaus asked, raising his eyebrows and folded his arms.

He wouldn't do that, would he? James thought. "Yes," he finally answered.

"You didn't sound very convincing," Klaus replied.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Dad? I didn't rape any girl! I've never laid my fingers on his daughter!" James raised his voice.

"Don't raise your voice at me, young man," Klaus warned him in his deep voice.

"When are you going to believe me?" James inquired.

"I'll believe you when you tell me the truth," Klaus responded.

James crossed his arms and refused to say anything.

Klaus sighed. "Fine. I'm afraid I have no choice," he said and with that, he started compelling James to tell him the truth. James, under his compulsion, came clean about what he had done that night without missing every single detail. Klaus rubbed his forehead in frustration. "What were you thinking?! I can't believe my son, MY SON, raped a girl. That's the most idiotic thing anyone could've ever done."

"I used a condom," James defended himself.

"Oh yeah. A condom would fix everything," Klaus replied sarcastically.

"I don't get it. Why would you do something like that? It's cruel and heartless and you know it's wrong, but you did it anyway. What did she ever do to you?" Klaus asked his son, glaring at him.

"Nothing. She did nothing. I barely even know her. It was just for a bet," James told him.

"A bet?! I can't believe you James. You know better than this," Klaus said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Come on, Dad. It's not that bad," James groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, yeah? I don't think so, James," Klaus told him, "I just told Damon that I'm not going to stop him if he and his daughter decide to press charges against you. You can be locked up in jail for real this time and although I can get you out as easy as winking, I wouldn't do it. I would leave you there until I feel like you finally learn your lesson."

James eyes went wide with his father's statement. "You wouldn't," he said.

"Oh, yes I would," Klaus told him in a dead serious tone.

"Now, you know I don't tolerate lying in this house and you know what would happen when you lie to me. Better get this over with, so come on. Get up," Klaus ordered.

"No... Come on, Dad... You gotta stop this childish punishment. I'm not a toddler anymore," James countered defiantly.

"Either you take your spanking here and now or we can do that tomorrow," Klaus told him.

James was about to say something, but he stopped dead in his track when he heard what Klaus added, "At school. In front of your all your friends."

James knew his father wasn't bluffing. He got that stern, dead serious expression on his face that James knew better than to argue with him. Klaus was never bluffing when he got that expression on his face.

James would be dead in embarrassment if his friends ever found out that he was still being spanked by his father and that he was always scared of it. He was the coolest and the most popular guy in school and yet, he was still being spanked like a little brat by his father. What would people think?

James groaned. "Fine," he said, rolling his eyes.

"You better lose that attitude, young man, unless you want a spanking in front of your friends," Klaus warned him sternly.

James dropped his head almost immediately. He wouldn't dare to push his father's buttons even further that would be resulted in the chance of getting his backside spanked in front of his friends.

Klaus took an inaudible deep breath and commanded, "Get up, drop your trousers and underwear, and bend over your bed."

James complied silently. He bent himself over the bed and mumbled without thinking, "This wouldn't work."

"You think so, James? Let's just see," Klaus commented while unbuckling his leather belt and pulling it out from its loops. James heard the sickening sound of the belt being doubled.

"I promise you, you will change your mind after this," Klaus said and put his hand on James' back to keep him in his position.

Klaus held the belt tightly in his hand, raised it up and brought it down hard onto James' bare backside. James grunted in pain as the belt clashed with his flesh. Klaus let the pain truly sink in before landing another hard whip. He didn't say anything to James while raining down the first two dozens of whips.

He took few seconds of break before starting lecturing his son while keep landing whip after whip.

"I can't believe you are capable of doing something like this. Not only you threw a huge party when I was away, you also raped a girl for a bet, then lied to me about it. You raped a girl, for God's sake! It would be more understandable if you made love with her, but no... You raped her! She said no and you ignored her. I didn't raise you to be a heartless rapist, James. Did you even think what would happen if she got pregnant? Or she got an STD or something? Did you even think what that girl would feel after what you did to her? No! You're callous, irresponsible, and a disgrace to this family. That's not how you treat a lady, James. I'm very disappointed in you. I taught you better than that," Klaus lectured with a clear disappointment in his voice. He emphasized every word with a hard whip on James' bum, sit spot, and thighs.

James hissed every time Klaus' thick leather belt made contact with his bare backside. The tears forced to spill out from the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let it out. He wanted to take his punishment like a man. At least he tried to, before Klaus spanked him harder and with even more force than before, then James broke into sobs and hiccups.

Klaus landed the last two very hard and solid whips to his tender flesh to drive the message home. Then he dropped the belt to the floor and gently helped his son back on his feet.

"I'm sorry father," James apologized in between his sobs, wiping the remaining tears away from his face. "You're forgiven," Klaus told him.

He let James pull himself together before stating, "Not for the raping the girl, though. You better be ready, James. I have a feeling you'd be going to the court very, very soon."