Hey this is my very first fanfic. I haven't seen any stories out there with Esme and her boys so I thought I'd write one. I hope you all like it.

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Esme walked downstairs when she heard the crash. Her vase she had bought in Italy a few years back lay shattered on the floor. She sighed and saw no sign of the culprits. "Jasper! Emmett! Come here please," she ordered gently.

Jasper appeared first at the top of the stairs. He shuffled down at human speed and over to Esme, his head hung slightly, eyes downcast, and fists jammed deeply into his pockets. "Ah'm sorry Esme. Ah didn't mean to break it," Jasper said in his soft southern accent, never looking directly at Esme.

The sad, repentant look on Jasper's face made Esme waver slightly in her decision to punish him. She shook her head and reminded herself that she had to do this. "I'm sure it was an accident, but tell me what happened. Emmett, don't make me call you again," she said just as calmly as before, though there was a thread of anger in her voice now.

"Ah was wrestling with Emmett and Ah fell into the vase," Jasper said as he lifted his head slightly and tried to look at Esme.

"That's only because I threw you into it," Emmett said coming in from the garage.

"I thought so. I've warned you boys over and over about wrestling in the house, haven't I?" she questioned.

"Yes Ma'am," Jasper answered promptly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Esme," Emmett answered ducking his head slightly.

"What did I tell you would happen the next time you were wrestling in the house and broke something?" she asked.

Jasper looked up slowly his eyes wide. "You-you said we'd get," Jasper paused not sure he could say the rest. He hung his head again, looked away and whispered, "we'd get spanked." He shuddered as he said the word.

"Couldn't you just take away our game system?" Emmett asked as he scuffed a shoe against the floor.

Esme almost smiled at that. Emmett loved his game system more than anything and to offer to give that up over being spanked said something. "No Emmett, though I may use that in the future. I want you both to go to your rooms. I'll be up once I clean up the vase," she said as she pointed towards the stairs.

Jasper turned on the ball of his foot and headed upstairs still humanly slow. Once in his room, Esme's words registered. She would be up there when she was done. Surely she wasn't going to be the one to spank them. Carlisle was the only one that had ever punished him or the others. He sank onto his bed his head in his hands. *Oh dear God please let Carlisle come home before Esme comes up here,* Jasper thought to himself.

Emmett lie on his bed throwing a baseball up in the air and catching it when it came back down. He felt as if he should be cleaning the mess downstairs not Esme. He sighed and sat up on his bed. Esme was coming up here to punish him and Jasper and he knew without being a mind reader that Jasper was panicking.

Esme threw the last shards of her vase away and then looked at the stairs and sighed. She didn't think she had the heart to go through with this. She looked at the phone and wondered if she should just call Carlisle. She reached for it, had her hand on the receiver and stopped. No she could do this. The boys needed to know that she would follow through on any punishment she gave. She turned and walked up the stairs. She stood on the landing and tried to decide which one was first.