So I was going to make this a one shot, but it'd just be too long, so it'll be a short series. I don't own Twilight, they're not vampires in this. I read a fiction (not on Fanfiction and I cannot find it for the life of me) a while ago like this and I really loved the concept. So enjoy.
"Mama's gonna be mad," Bella says anxiously as her and her sister stand outside Starbucks.
"It's not that bad, plus we won't be too late," Rosalie replies. From their conversation, you'd think they were about five, but no. The girls are eighteen and twenty one. Both still living at home with their mother.
After their mom lost their father when Rosalie was five and Bella was two. She was very possessive of their girls. Even though they both had jobs and were legal adults, they had a curfew and rules and had severe punishments if not followed. They couldn't leave, their mom was way too controlling. They were stuck with her until one of them died.
The girls go in and grab some coffee, chatting about their days. By the time they're done, it's exactly six, their curfew is a strict 5:45. The girls gulp and quickly drive home. When they walk through the doors, their mother is waiting.
"Where have you been?" Esme asks, her arms folded. She towers above the two girls as she walks over. "Do you know how worry Mommy was?"
"Sorry Mommy," Bella whispers. "We got Starbucks."
"Caffeine!" Esme looks at Rosalie. "You two know better than that! It'll keep you up all night and it makes you poop."
"It was just frapachinos," Rosalie says, but it's no use. The normally calm and sweet mom sends her girls upstairs to her room. They sit on their mother's bed and wait for her to arrive. When she does, she sits in her arm chair.
"Okay Rosalie, you're first. Lower your skirt and panties and get over here." The blonde doesn't argue, taking off her skirt and panties, walking over to her mother.
"I'm sorry Mommy." Her apology does nothing and she's pulled over her mommy's lap, her bare bottom getting spanked by her mother's hand. Soon tears are streaming down her face. When she's done, her mom kisses her head.
"Go stand in the corner, Bella you know what to do." Rosalie sniffles and gets off her mom's lap, going into the corner. Bella takes off her pants and panties and walks over. She too is pulled over her mother's lap and starts landing smacks to her bottom. Bella tries to hold in her tears but by the end, she's sobbing. Esme kisses her head and sends her into a separate corner. "Now both of my naughty babies stand there." She walks out and returns a few minutes later with two towels. She has the girls lay down and reaches into a bag, pulling out a pack of diapers. The girls know better than to move.
"You two have earned two weeks of nursery treatment," their mother coos. She rubs baby oil all over each of them, then powders their bottoms before putting them each in a diaper. She then dresses them in matching nighties: Rosalie's is yellow with a bunny on it and Bella is in a pink one with a rattle. She puts their hair in pig tails and then sticks pacifiers into their mouth. "Up we go." She helps them up and leads them by their wrists to the nursery. It's right next to their room. She's kept it all these years, with two large cribs, a changing table and a playpen, using it whenever her girls break the rules. She puts them each in one and kisses their heads.
"Goodnight my wittle princess pops," Esme coos before turning on a nightlight and walking out of the room. The girls look at each other through the bars but can't communicate out of fear of being spanked. This is going to be an interesting couple of weeks.