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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Vampire_Diaries_(TV), The_Vampire_Diaries_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Caroline_Forbes/Stefan_Salvatore
  Character:
      Caroline_Forbes, Stefan_Salvatore
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Vampires, Training, Spanking,
      Flogging, Punishment, Masturbation, Pervertibles, Sexual_Fantasy, implied
      infidelity, Minor_Elena_Gilbert/Stefan_Salvatore, Minor_Caroline_Forbes/
      Matt_Donovan, Season/Series_02
  Collections:
      Lonely_Prompts_Club_Hosts:_TVD_Anon, Active:_My_Bingo_Cards:_Spanking
      World_Holiday_Bingo_(2017)
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-06 Words: 2714
****** The Naughty Cellar ******
by agirlnamedtruth
Summary
     Stefan has to take a different approach while training a newly turned
     Caroline.
Notes
     Prompt: Stefan has to take a different approach while training
     vamp!Caroline.
     Also fills my "Friend/Partner" square at Spanking World's Holiday
     Bingo.
See the end of the work for more notes
Caroline wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, guilt creeping into her
belly now that the blood had gone cold. It had been twenty six days since she’d
last fed on a human. She just couldn’t help herself. This was the fourth one.
Stefan had cautioned her against keeping score, telling her it would drive her
mad quicker than she could imagine but that was another thing she just couldn’t
help. She needed structure. She needed control. And more than anything, she
needed to hold herself accountable.
She dragged the body into the words, feeling sorry for those that would miss a
poor hapless hitchhiker on the back road of Mystic Falls. She dug him a shallow
grave, almost like some part of her wanted him to be found, even though it
would spell disaster for her and all the vampires in the world.
Getting back into the car, Caroline sighed, the relief from feeding wearing
off, hunger starting to creep back in again. She needed to see Stefan.
                                       *
Caroline pulled up at the Salvatore boarding house and killed the engine,
holding the wheel tight as she thought about what she was going to say to him,
how she was going to explain herself. Hi Stefan, just dropped by to let you
know I screwed up… again.
Rolling her eyes at herself, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her car
door, dragging herself out like she’d been forced to come here. Like family
vacations all over again. And just like family vacations, she made sure to
plaster on a big fake smile before she rang the doorbell.
“Caroline?” Stefan said, the hint of a question in his voice like he wondered
if he should have been expecting her. Outside the whole recently turned into a
vampire thing, they didn’t exactly hang out. It wasn’t that they weren’t
friends; it was just social calls tended to revolve around someone trying to
kill them all. “Elena’s not here.”
Or that, they had Elena to bridge the gap between them. But not when it came to
accidentally killing. That she had to face up to on her own. “Actually, I was
looking for you.”
“Oh,” Stefan said, again trying to hide the note of surprise. “Do you want to
go out to the woods, do some more training?”
Caroline inclined her head, ducking past him so that they didn’t have to have
this conversation on the doorstep. “That’s sort of the problem.”
“What’s the problem?” Stefan asked, no longer hiding the deeper emotions behind
a mask of unflappable calm. Either that or reading people was a vampire skill
he hadn’t told her about. God, she hoped it was, she’d sort of sucked in that
department up until now.
“Can we go downstairs?” she asked subtly, not sure how else she could frame her
proposal without sounding like a head case.
“We are downstairs… unless you mean…?” Stefan looked down at the floor to where
the cellar lay beneath and what it meant. “I’m sure whatever it is, you don’t
need to be locked up.”
“I do,” Caroline said sadly, thinking of the four people she’d killed since
she’d been turned. Thinking of the baby deer before that. And the rabbit and
the mommy fox. She just wasn’t cut out for being a vampire. It was too… messy.
She headed down the dark stairs to the masquerade of a wine cellar before
Stefan could try and stop her.
“Did you flip your switch?” Stefan asked as he followed her downstairs, his
presence already like judgment on her back. It wasn’t the same way she judged
herself, because she’d done something bad. It was the kind that made her feel
like she was being silly, overreacting because she hadn’t done something bad
enough. “I don’t think you’d be here if you had.”
“No, I didn’t flip my switch,” Caroline admitted. Even though a part of her
longed for the guilt and the hunger and the sadness to go away, she couldn’t
give up control like that. “I fed. On people. Then they died.”
“It happens, Caroline, you can’t lock yourself away forever because you made
one mistake,” Stefan tried to argue but she was already at the door, ready to
lock herself in. It was the only way. She didn’t want to die, not again but she
couldn’t deal with all this at once. Maybe in a few weeks, or a few hundred
years, she’d be grown-up enough to handle it.
“Think of it like a time out then,” Caroline suggested, stepping into the small
room that had been used as a prison for more people than she’d like to imagine.
“I’ve been a bad vampire and I need to go sit in the naughty cellar until I can
behave myself.”
“Caroline, that’s ridiculous,” Stefan said bluntly, making her regret telling
him all her defense mechanisms and how to get past them to make her see sense.
She didn’t want to see sense, damn it; she wanted her friends and neighbors to
be safe.
She pulled the door closed with a heavy metallic thud and turned her back on
him, refusing to listen to another word until she was sure she was safe to be
around humans. “Lock the door, Stefan.”
Stefan leaned against the door but didn’t do as she asked, instead thinking
about what she’d said. Even though it was obviously a joke, it wasn’t a bad
analogy. In terms of being a vampire, Caroline was still very much a small
child and while he didn’t know anything about steps or corners, he knew what
had happened when he and Damon did something wrong.
“Wait here,” he said, even though she purposefully didn’t want to go anywhere.
“I have a better idea.”
Taking the steps two at a time, Stefan ran up to his room. He didn’t know if it
really was a better idea or not but it was certainly a quicker one.
Down in the cellar, Caroline crossed her arms, thoughts about what she’d done
creeping back in again, her conscience whispering in an awfully Jiminy Cricket
like way. Perhaps this was a bad idea after all. She didn’t know how long she
could stand to be locked in a room with only herself for company, even if it
was supposed to be punishment for her crimes.
A few minutes passed without his returning footsteps and Caroline started to
worry he wasn’t coming back for her. She was sure she hadn’t heard the door
lock but what if he’d greased the lock before she got here? What if he knew?
What if this was part of the punishment? Caroline dragged her hands through her
hair, the walls feeling like they were closing in, crawling, sucking out all
the air that she couldn’t quite convince her dead lungs she didn’t need.
“Stefan!”
“What? Stefan asked, pulling the thick iron door open like it was made of
plastic. “Have you changed your mind about the lock-in?”
“Yes,” Caroline said quickly before another stab of guilt twisted in her hungry
belly. “No. I don’t know.”
“Will you listen to my plan first?” Stefan asked, standing in the doorway,
holding a leftover toy from his wilder days, when he liked to play with his
food. It seemed oddly fitting that it was being repurposed now into a teaching
tool for how not to be a ripper.
“It depends, are you going to put on mask and make me call you master?”
Caroline asked as she took in the black leather flogger, its delicate knots
shining wetly. “Is that vervain?”
“Well, you did break the house rules, Caroline,” Stefan said softly, his voice
almost drowned out by the slam of the heavy door. “Either you can stay in here
forever or you can take your punishment now and get it over with. Your choice.”
Caroline bit her lip as she thought about it, worried that if she wasn’t under
lock and key, she might attack someone else but deep down, she knew she had to
learn to control herself sooner or later and Stefan had agreed to teach her.
She could take a little pain if it would help her be a better vampire. “Now,
please.”
“Turn back around, face the wall,” Stefan commanded, remembering how Lexi used
to teach him these lessons. Admittedly not with a whip, but with the same
controlled tone, strong but not unforgiving. She would always be there to catch
him when he fell and now it was his turn to be there for Caroline as she
pressed her palms toe cold stone walls. “Pants down first.”
“Really?” Caroline asked, her old petulant tone kicking in before she reminded
herself that she was the one who had screwed up here, she wasn’t in any
position to turn her nose up at his methods. It could always be worse; at least
he wasn’t staking her. “Ok.”
Unbuttoning her jeans, she pushed them down off her hips, remembering a time
when she would have loved to get naked with Stefan but things were different
now and oddly, it didn’t feel embarrassing. She swallowed and pushed her
panties down to where her jeans were bunched up at her knees, not wasting any
time taking them the rest of the way off. She pressed her thighs together, to
keep herself warm and to reasonably cover her modesty, bending over just enough
for him to see only a peek of her cunt.
Stefan tightened his hand around the handle of the flogger, its tendrils
swishing in the quiet room, only the sound of their breathing, no heartbeats,
no footsteps above them, no nervous cough. He raised the flogger and brought it
down over her skin with a surprisingly weak crack and an expected hiss as the
vervain burned her skin. He had never spanked anyone before. As the youngest
son, there had never been a call too but he remembered how hard his father’s
hand had been and how soft his mother’s. He wanted to aim for somewhere in the
middle but she was a vampire; gentle smacks were not going to leave a lasting
impression.
Caroline shifted as the beads of vervain-laced water ran over the curve of her
ass, burning an acid trail in pink, carving out tender lines on her skin. She
moved on the balls of her feet and waited for the next blow, barely having time
to think how it wasn’t so bad before Stefan hit her again, properly this time,
her skin singing with more than just the hiss of vervain. “Ow, Stefan, that
hurt!”
Stefan sighed, lowering the flogger and his gaze. “Caroline, it’s supposed to
hurt, that’s the point.”
Caroline pouted, knowing it was true but she couldn’t help but sulk. Something
was building up in her chest, annoying her, taking away her ability to think
straight and for once, it wasn’t hunger. “Fine, I’ll be quiet.”
Stefan nodded to himself and raised the whip again, this time catching the back
of her thighs, making her knees tremble for the barest moment. He tried not to
take any pleasure in punishing her but he couldn’t deny, it was nice being the
one giving it out for a change, rather than taking it.
Digging her nails into the wall, Caroline tried her best not to make a sound
but as the little knotted threads struck her skin a third time, she couldn’t
help but whimper slightly, pressing her thighs together even tighter in a way
that had nothing to do with her dignity.
When the fourth blow landed, she tensed the muscles in her ass, knowing deep
down that it was the wrong thing to do but it made the pain so much sharper,
burning up her spine hotter than the vervain, slicing through right to her
core, desperately trying to hold back a moan that couldn’t be mistaken for
anything less than begging.
“Stefan…” she said softly, hoping he’d understand what she was asking for with
just the brief gasp of his name.
“Just a few more,” Stefan promised, knuckles white on the whip’s handle as he
brought it down again across her red cheeks, pretending not to hear the arousal
in her voice just as much as he ignored how hard he’d grown. They were just
friends. She just needed a little help.
“Please…” Caroline begged again, not caring how she sounded anymore. She didn’t
even know what she was begging for, him to stop or never stop. She needed
relief but each strike was more intense, her skin hot as a naked flame and her
cunt burning to be touched. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she imagined him
tossing the flogger aside and shoving straight inside her, taking her right
there against the wall. It would be so easy; she was already soaking wet and
bare where it counted. What was stopping him?
She cried out in ecstasy as the promised last blow landed and the pain peaked
and washed back again, tickling her sensitive skin, ravaging her senses until
like with feeding, she wanted more again.
“I’ll be upstairs,” Stefan said finally, laying the flogger down and opening
the door enough to slip out. “You can stay in here until you’re ready to come
out.”
“Ok,” Caroline choked out, trying her best to subtly bounce on her toes,
rubbing her thighs together for the tiniest bit of friction, waiting until she
heard the door close upstairs before moving.
As she wrapped her hand around the thick, hard handle of the flogger, she
finally understood what the warning about every emotion and sensation being
heightened meant. It wasn’t just her paranoia and her high strings; it
certainly wasn’t just her hunger. Every movement made the vervain sting sharper
and she’d never been so turned on in her life, it actually hurt, drowning out
every other pain with the need to satisfy the ache inside her. If she’d been
thinking clearly, she would have hightailed it out of there and called Matt,
try to patch things up with some passionate, horny vampire sex but she couldn’t
string a sensible thought together to save her life. All she needed was to
come. She didn’t care how.
She pushed her jeans and panties down further, knees open this time as she bent
again, completely on display but it didn’t matter, Stefan was gone now. She
took the hilt of the whip and blindly reached back, rubbing the head of it
between her lips until she found her entrance by touch alone, crying out as she
forced it inside, her cunt burning at the sheer size of it.
“Come on,” she groaned as every inch of it slowly entered her, only making her
more frustrated as she clenched around it, unable to bare the slow pace of
easing it in, needing a hard, fast fuck.
Pulling it back, she adjusted her grip, feeling her cunt slowly open around it,
getting used to the invasion as she braced herself against the solid stone
wall, muffling her cries into the crook of her elbow as she thrust it back
inside her, pushing as deep as she could even though it made her want to
scream. But just like with the spanking, the pain soon became background noise
to the much louder pleasure, driving her on until the leather bound handle of
the flogger slid easily into her, hitting just the right spot as her mind
revisited that brief moment of fantasy, where Stefan would punish her by taking
hold of her hips, thrusting hard into her, raw, not just like an animal, like a
vampire. Groaning into her skin again, her thighs trembled, knees weak, body on
fire as she came, barely stopping herself from screaming his name.
Somewhere upstairs she heard wooden furniture thud and a lower echo of her
moan, the scent of her sex overwhelmingly strong but just under it, there was a
hint of something male. Something Stefan.
Feeling her lips quirk up into a smile again, the first time in days, she
dropped the flogger back down onto the floor, still wet and shining from her
cunt, before leaning out the door and shouting up the cellar stairs, “Stefan, I
think I need to be punished again.”
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