WARNING: This story contains details of spanking - it is not sexual in nature but if you find the thought offensive don't read it. It is rated M just to be sure but were it not for the spankings it could probably be rate K.
This is my second fan fic. If you have not read my other story - "Jasper Forgives Himself" I reccomend doing so first. It explains more on the Cullens philosophy with regards to spanking.
It is about a 50 years since Bella was changed, all the characters (incl. Jacob and Nessie) do exist even if they are not present.
Disclaimer - The characters are Stephanie Meyers - NOT MINE. I in no way condone ritualistic spanking without the consent of all parties.
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APOV
It was a typical Sunday afternoon and Rosalie and I were sitting in the lounge. Rosalie was flicking through a magazine and I was designing a new outfit on a scrap of paper. Jasper, Emmett, Jacob and Nessie were hunting and Carlisle and Esme had gone to look at an estate they were considering buying. Edward and Bella were upstairs doing …stuff.
This picturesc Sunday was shattered with the ear piecing shriek of "ALICE!!!" I barely had time to think "this is soooo not good" before Bella was in front of me, empty draw in hand.
'ALICE." she repeated, poking me in the chest and shaking the empty draw in my face "WHAT. DID. YOU. DO. TO. MY. CLOTHES." she shouted.
Ok so this was not exactly an unexpected reaction – I had foreseen it when I took her clothes but this was here my vision ended – I was flying blind from now on, not a feeling I particularly enjoy. So why did I go through with it you ask? Because some of my more distant future visions showed me that Bella and I would remain best friends. Still at this moment I was starting to doubt that.
Edward had followed is irate wife own the stairs and now stood looking on with a "you-should-have-known-better, nothing-I-can-do" expression.
Bella continued to glare at me and remembered I still hadn't answered her.
"Now Bella," I began "I did this for your own good – they were hideous." Bella growled.
Edward put a hand on her shoulder "Calm" he murmered
"No Edward, this is going too far. Hideous or not Alice they were house clothes - I don't see the need to waste runway ready clothes lounging about the house like you."
"There is absolutely no reason for you not to look good at home." I retorted. I knew the moment I said it that that was the wrong tact.
"Alice I swear if you don't tell me where my clothes are in the next three seconds I'll torch your closet." she shouted and her expression was such that I would not be surprised if she went through with her threat.
It was ironic though that she picked that specific threat given that it was exactly what I had done to her clothes. Edward sighed when I thought this; Bella heard it to and turned to him.
"Edward Cullen! If you know where my clothes are you had better tell me!!" He visibly flinched and moved subtly around her, placing himself between me and Bella – that was not a good thing.
The last time I had seen Bella this mad she had destroyed half the house, but I had never expected something like clothes to rouse her this way, she had always considered them to be so trivial. Bella, it seemed did not fail to notice his movements. "Edward, don't you dare even attempt to protect Alice." She glared at me over his shoulder. Clearly delaying was not helping the situation.
"Bella," I said wearily "your clothes are out in the dumpster." She spun and sprinted outside. When she found the charred remains her hiss nearly made me jump out of my skin.
Less than a second later I was flying through the air. I felt the wall crack as it made contact with my body – Esme was not going to be pleased. Edward was physically restraining Bella! I stayed down in the hope my lack of defence would calm her. It may have worked because three minutes later she stopped struggling against Edward, and after procuring a promise from her that she wouldn't attack me he released her. We all stayed in our relative positions collecting our thoughts when...
"Well, would someone like to explain why there is a crack in the wall?" Carlisle and Esme were back! He had sad it mildly, as though asking about the weather but we flinched anyway – we were in deep trouble.
