Blood Ties

Title: Property: Part 2
Impliments: Belt and Cane
Feedback: PLEASE!!!!
Summary: Paulos finishes what he started.
Warnings: Ok, this part is where it gets REALLY intense. Not for the squeemish!
Notes: Picks up right where the last one left off.
Acknowledgements: Thanks again Dragonclaw! It will probably be a few days for another one, but I have it started.
Paige; LoL, no worries... this one is VERY sadistic. The next will probably be fairly light hearted, but then its back to intense. *grin*

Blood Ties: Property: Part 2


When the boy had left, Paulos directed his anger towards where it
really originated. He spoke his thoughts. "You knew better," he
accused in a dangerously quiet voice. "All of you knew better. You
have disobeyed me, defied me, and disrespected me. You will know my
wrath."

He dropped the cane to the floor from his left hand and moved behind
the first quivering vampire, Arlis. The Master placed a hand on the
shaking shoulder and pushed the vampire's torso downward until his
back was horizontal to the floor. Arlis only groaned, knowing what
was coming. Dropping the loose end of the strap, Paulos took his
position.

He swung his arm back and brought it back down rapidly, using the
belt like a whip to land across Arlis's shoulders and back. The sharp
CRACK was swiftly followed by a wordless cry. He brought his arm back
again and continued the beating, for that was definitely what this
was. There was no other word for what he was about to do to his
childe. Again and again the belt rose and fell, leaving dark welts
from shoulders to buttocks. After 20 such strikes he paused to
say, "Raise." Obediently the butt rose into the air as far as it
could without knees leaving the floor.

Arlis's sobs were filling the room and they turned louder and longer
when the belt began landing lower on his cheeks than it had yet.
Paulos didn't care where it landed because he knew that the ability
to heal would keep any real damage from occurring. The welts would
only last so long before the childer were again returned to the
appearance and health they had when they had been turned. Only
dismemberment could truly damage a vampire, and not always then.

The tip of the belt wrapped around thighs and legs leaving welts that
would still remain for hours, regardless of healing abilities. After
10 more strikes in this manner the beating stopped. Arlis allowed his
body to fall bonelessly to the floor, though he didn't move further
because he knew the punishment wasn't over. His tear filled sobs
filled the air as his Sire moved on to his next oldest childe.

Erik leaned down into position without being prompted, knowing what
was coming. The first blow across his shoulders shocked him into a
gasp. He was silent until the tenth stroke to his back since his pain
threshold was higher than the others`. Markeen had belted him before,
but nothing like what this was becoming. He was grunting and gasping
through the next ten and raised his backside higher when the command
came. He cried out for the first time when the belt wrapped around
the under curve of his buttocks and was sobbing soon after. He cried
and sobbed but he didn't beg, none of them would. They deserved this
and they knew it. Begging at this point would only earn them extra
lashes, so they cried out their pain wordlessly. After the prescribed
ten strikes to his nether region he also slumped to the floor as the
Master moved on.

Markeen was shaking so hard that if he hadn't been kneeling already
he would have fallen to the floor. He got enjoyment from giving a
certain amount of pain, but feared receiving any himself. He had only
earned a punishment on this scale once and had hoped to never earn
such again. He cursed his own impatience and carefree attitude when
it came to the halfling. He had known better, and now his pride and
arrogance and taking what was the Master's alone was going to get him
one of the most painful and severe beatings of his very long life. He
was already crying as he felt the hand of his Sire on his shoulder,
pushing him to the floor. It took everything within him not to fight
it.

The first slap of leather on flesh brought a cry of pain, as did each
one after that. When the Master told him to raise himself he found he
couldn't and instead stretched himself out flat on the floor. Paulos
didn't really care, just continued the beating, concentrating on that
most painful of lower areas, though he did add three extra strokes to
the thighs for disobedience. By that time, however, Markeen could
only sob continuously.

Dimitri's punishment went much the same as it had for the others,
rising up when commanded and moving from yelps to cries to sobs,
though he also never begged. When it was over he didn't move at all
only held still and tried to endure the pain.

Paulos stepped back to observe his handy work as he replaced the belt
around his waist. The sight of the four welted backs and bottoms
before him, shaking with sobs, brought feelings of hurt that he was
the one that had inflicted them. But he didn't regret doing it, just
as he didn't regret what he was yet going to do to them.

He was their Sire, the ultimate authority in their lives and they had
to remember that. Some of it was a matter of pride. Armand was HIS,
and they had had no right to do what they had done. Some was a kind
of fear because if the boy was pushed to far to fast, he could come
to hate any other similar sexual experience like Arlis had, and
Paulos wanted to protect him from that. Some of it came from a need
to protect all of them because if they didn't follow his orders
explicitly then it could end all their lives. Almost worse was the
fear that they could be stolen from him if he was weak. They were all
intelligent beings but Paulos was the Master. It was just the way it
was among vampires. The childe always submitted to the Sire.

Now, though, it looked like they had rested enough. Each had returned
to the original kneeling position with head down, though they were
careful about putting pressure on the fresh stripes on butt and
thighs. Still silent the Master walked back down the line of vampires
until he once again stood next to Arlis. Stretching out a hand he
manipulated energies and the cane came streaking into it.

He knelt on one knee before the still shaking vampire and lifted his
chin until their eyes met and then touched the link that bound them.
Arlis groaned when he felt the pain cease dulling. He squeezed his
eyes shut and lowered his head till it touched the floor when his
chin was released; pushing his bottom high into the air he waited. He
knew there wouldn't be any scarring or other damage, it wasn't
possible for a vampire, but there would also be no surcease from the
pain until the Master allowed it.

Paulos again took up his place behind his childe and didn't hesitate
to continue the punishment. The cane cracked down across already
welted shoulders. The first true scream sounded. A thin white weal
was raised where the cane had landed. Another was soon added near the
first. He placed a total of six stripes across the shoulders, never
allowing them to cross and a scream sounded with each one. Then he
moved lower.

The cane whistled through the air until it landed with a sharp CRACK
across the plumpest part of the upraised rear. In moments a further
six welts covered the rear and thighs, one right in the crease where
legs met butt. Then he changed his angle. The cane cracked down to
land diagonally across the stripes already there and drops of blood
seeped from the places they crossed. Now Arlis began to scream
continuously. Another stripe crossed those already existing, this
time in the opposite direction looking like an X had been burned
there and blood flowed freely from the numerous tiny cuts.

Then the Master did something none of the childer had expected. He
reached down and grabbed a handful of the wavy auburn locks and
pulled until he could wrap his other arm around Arlis's chest. Then
he savagely bit down into the vein running the length of the slender
neck. Having their blood taken can be an extremely erotic experience
for anyone, but especially for a vampire. It can also be a painful one. This was excruciating.
Paulos ripped a large gash with his teeth and clamped his mouth down
on top of it to suck the cool red liquid from the body he held. He
drank to the point that the young vampire would be in a constant
state of gut wrenching blood-hunger and then dropped him to the
floor. Still in shock, and now starving for blood, he didn't move
from where he had fallen.

The Sire moved on to the next. The process of caning and draining was
repeated with each vampire, until the room was filled only with the
sounds of weak screams and groans of pain. Paulos dropped the cane
and spoke for the first time since the punishment had begun, "Get
up." His tone was still hard as steel and was not to be denied. All
but Markeen, who simply couldn't move through the shaking of his sobs
and the pain of bloody weals, managed to struggle to their feet. With
surprising gentleness, seeing as what he had just done to them,
Paulos reached down and lifted the sobbing bloody mass until it was
settled over his shoulder where he would cause the least pain. He
pushed and prodded his crying childer towards the basement.

When they reached it he walked right past the doorway of their large
shared bedroom to the locked metal door that led to what they
jokingly referred to as `the dungeon.' It was a simple square stone
room with nothing covering the floor. He placed Markeen, who seemed
to have passed out, on the cold floor and pushed the others in as
well.

"You will remain here the day. Think on what you've done and what you
should have done. When I come for you, all will be forgiven, but I do
not want you to forget this day." He left the small room and shut and
locked the heavy door behind him. None of the stunned childer even
had the strength to argue or plead. The next twenty-four hours were
going to be spent in the combined agonizing pain of blood hunger, and
welts that would not fully heal until allowed to. They weren't quite
drained enough to send them into the Rage, but if any human were to
get too close to them, they wouldn't be likely to survive the
experience. It was going to be a long night and a longer day, waiting
for the Master's return.

Paulos climbed the stairs with a heavy heart. He hated having to
punish his childer, especially in anger. He didn't regret the
punishment, but he regretted that he hadn't waited until he was less
angry to mete it out. Reentering the den, the vampire picked up the
cane as well as the piles of discarded clothing and continued up the
stairs to his own room. He left the clothing in a pile by the door
and returned the cane to its place in his closet before sighing. He
could hear his youngest sobbing in his own room and headed in that
direction.

Armand lay in his bed on his stomach, sobbing from the pain both in
his behind and in his heart. He never should have given in to
temptation. He had hurt his Master with his actions. He knew that
Sire would gladly have `played' with him for a little while. He
hadn't been outright fucked yet, though he waited eagerly for the
day, but there were other things they could do together and often
did. There was no excuse but selfishness for what he had done. He
cried harder.

When the door slowly opened he didn't even notice. The gentle hand on
his shoulder made him jump. He propped himself up on one elbow and
turned to look into the beautiful emerald green eyes of the vampire
he loved. For a moment he feared the Master had come to punish him
further. Then he saw that anger no longer clouded those eyes, and
instead they were filled with love.

As the man sat on the edge of the bed the body lying on it threw
itself into his arms, crying out repentance and apologies. "Hush,
little one, it's ok. All is forgiven," Paulos whispered.

"I'm sorry, Master. I know I shouldn't have done anything with them.
I was impatient and just didn't want to wait any longer. Please, my
Lord, don't hate me! Don't get rid of me! I'll be a good fledgling
from now on, I promise," Armand cried beseechingly.

Paulos suddenly realized that the boy must think this was an
unforgivable sin or something of the sort. He was ashamed of himself
as he began to understand the emotional turmoil the boy must be going
through right now. He quickly gathered the crying boy close to his
chest. "Shhhh now, little one," he said tenderly. "I could NEVER hate
you! And I could never cast you aside either, you know better than
that. I told you all was forgiven. You did wrong and you were
punished for it." The whispered words seemed to calm the boy a little.

"Do you still love me," the tear roughened voice asked hesitantly.

"Of course I still love you. Nothing could ever make me stop. Do you
still love me, after that beating you got?"

The boy looked up with indignant surprise, "Of course I do, Sire. How
could you think I could ever stop loving you over a spanking? It was
a very bad spanking, and it's going to hurt for a few days, but I
still love you."

"That is exactly how I feel, little one. What you did hurt me, but it
wasn't unforgivable. We've dealt with it, and it's over now." He felt
the body in his arms fully relax at his words.

Scooting the young man over the vampire quickly stripped and slipped
in next to him before covering them both. One slender arm snaked out
from under the covers to wrap around his neck and pulled his head
down until their lips met in a passionate kiss. He chuckled as he
pulled the young man closer into his arms.

"Yours," came a sleepy murmur from his chest, "Only yours."

"Yes," he replied quietly, "You are mine."

* * *

The next evening Paulos descended the basement stairs again.
Unlocking the door he looked into the cold, cement room. The four
chastised vampires were huddled together in one corner of the room.
Not for heat, since cold wouldn't bother a vampire unless it
literally froze them in place, but for the comfort they could give
each other. Despite the lack of feeding, their wounds were almost
closed and what remained were pale and oddly bloodless.

As a group, they looked up at their Master. Not with fear, as he had
been worried they might, but with hope and expectation that all would
be well. With a small, reassuring smile, Paulos opened his arms to
his childer. Immediately he was bombarded by the group, as they each
found a spot to hold onto and the Sire found himself holding each one
in turn. He looked into their eyes and as he mercifully touched the
part of them that would allow them to fully heal, each gave a
relieved sigh. After a few moments he said, "Come, my loves. I have
gifts for you."

Silently they followed him out of the room and Paulos once again
found himself carrying Markeen, as he refused to release his hold on
him. Leading them into their combined bedroom, he showed them
the `gifts' he had attained. On each childe's bed was an unconscious
human. They knew without asking that each was clean of any drugs,
alcohol, or anything else that could be detrimental to them. Their
Sire would allow no less.

As they smelled the blood beneath their victims' skin they could no
longer hold back their hunger. Each went to the bed they claimed as
theirs and also claimed the prize laid out on it. They knew no guilt
for the act for they also knew that each person had done something
that made them deserving of death. Their Master would allow no less.

Their victims knew no pain as they were quickly drained of their life
giving blood. Each slowly fell further into their ever deeper sleeps.
There was no doubt that most of them probably deserved a long and
painful death for whatever it was they had done, but each of the
childer were too hungry to do more than feed.

When they had each had their fill, the corpses were placed
meticulously against a wall in another of the basement rooms to be
disposed of later. Having your own crematorium came in useful, they
had discovered, and would prove to be so again. Afterwards, Paulos
was unsurprised to see them congregate together on one of the four
king sized beds. They didn't NEED beds that big of course, but it was
beyond unusual to find them each in their own bed, so the Sire had
provided for the inevitable.

Joining them, Paulos was again covered by the group of now fully
healed vampires. He chuckled lightly as each found a place on his
body to lay their head. Knowing that he would be with the childer for
some time, Armand had offered to spend the night at a friend's house
and the Sire was thankful for his fledgling's forethought. Having
nothing but time until the sun rose the next day, he set about the
task of reassuring each of them that they were loved and cherished.
He would allow no less.