Warning: Contains spanking. Don't like, don't read
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer
"What? No! Please! No." Edward begged as he was dragged towards the spanking chair by his mom, the hairbrush in her hand.
"You know you deserve it son." Elizabeth Masen said firmly. She sat down and spread Edward across her lap, then bared his bottom. Edward squirmed a little as he recalled the all too familiar position. He does not usually require a spanking, but, well, these things still happen. Mrs. Masen prepared herself for the unfortunate task to come.
The first smack nearly made him jump. Followed quickly by the second smack, and soon a rhythm was found. The brush was amazing, doing everything with precision and accuracy. It was not a heavy wooden brush, but a rather light plastic one, that stung immensely without causing any bruising. Mrs. Masen brought the brush down again and again firmly, while Edward's bottom turned a light shade of pink.
With the slight fire in his bottom, Edward began squirming a little, his feet lifting off the floor. He tried not to make a sound, although he knew the effort was futile. His spankings always ended with him crying and screaming. It was starting to hurt a little more now…
"Ow! Mom, please. Ow! I'll never do it again, I'm sorry! Aaahh!"
"Mhh. I know you won't, this is just punishment. " his mother answered, keeping the steady rhythm.
A couple minutes later, the sting became unbearable.
"OWW! NO! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! NO MORE! AHHH! OWWW!" Edward cried, as he squirmed all over Mrs. Masen's lap, wanting to be anywhere but there. But Mrs. Masen held him down firmly, relentlessly spanking. She lectured his about his earlier actions while Edward struggled. Then, she stopped for a second and raised Edward's sit spots higher. Edward let out a gasp of terror. He knew what was coming.
"Ahhhh!" he cried at the first blazing strike on his tender undercurve.
"Oh! Please, no!" he begged, as his sit spots were well tended to. However, Mrs. Masen gave him no mercy, keeping the same speed and intensity. Edward was seriously distraught now, struggling furiously. Soon, he gave in, and just cried. Mrs. Masen gave him a few more strokes to assure a lesson well learned, and stopped. Edward's bottom was a blazing shade of red now, and his body tensed as Mrs. Masen pulled his clothes up over his burning posterior. She gently let him off her lap and pulled him into an embrace. Edward was apologizing profusely now, and she comforted him, her hand rubbing his back softly. It was all over.
And that's that! I thought I'd do a story with Edward and his real mother. This is always how I imagined Edward's mother. Hope you enjoyed, and please please PLEASE review!