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WARNING: This discipline fiction involves spanking. If you do not like, then click another link on your browser and find something you do. This story is for those that like the angst, love, and comfort that comes with being bad and finding forgiveness. Please do not read if you find such things offensive.
Spoiler Alert: Based on the books and refers to important events and details from them.
A/N: This story is the fourth part in the present timeline series. My profile has more detailed information.
A/N: This chapter ties all the stories together, and introduces this one. Imagine Carlisle making a journal entry, as he reflects on past events. The real story begins with chapter 2.
A/N: Chapter Titles - (Name) -The person in trouble. Name's Regret -Spanked
Point of View: Most of the story is from Carlisle's POV in a first person perspective.
Preface
Sunday, July 24, 2011
The moon failed to appear, as dark clouds dominated the skies. It had rained much of the night, and the forecast promised it would stay for the rest of the day. I sat on the porch, and listened to the steady rhythm of the droplets as they splattered heavily on the ground. A sudden sense of urgency found me having to call a meeting with the Quileute Council Members. My hope was to renegotiate the terms of our current treaty, or draw up a new one entirely.
Many events brought us to this point, and now I believe it is the only way to ensure our mutual survival. Word spread quickly of The Olympic Coven turning back the full might of the Volturi, and generated rumors of perceived weaknesses in our Royalty. Ambitious coven leaders gathered strength. My allies report increased vampiric activity throughout the world. My coven and the Quileute wolves noticed this as well. We keep careful watch, and prepare for war. Activities in the vampire world had the Volturi stressed enough to have called upon my loyalties. Aro knew my coven had no dealings with any such rebel faction, and wished for a truce.
I do not approve of Aro's methods, but he obtained his truce when Esme and I traveled to Alaska. We needed some quality time together. The first few days were rather erotic, because Esme and I focused on celebrating our love. The fourth day turned into a disaster, as Aro sent a special delegation out to meet with us. He and Caius found a way to bypass Alice's premonitions. They avoided decisions, by sending the delegation out with two different sets of orders. Actions resulted in new choices, and Alec made decisions before he carried them out. In this way, they ensured Alice's premonitions arrived only minutes before the event.
They caught Esme and I unaware, and forced me to watch helplessly while they tortured my mate. I yearned to destroy them all, but Alec made sure Jane had her fun. Felix and Demetri restrained me while Alec pulled back his power, and I watched as my wife writhed in agony. I believed it the end for my mate and I, but Aro had other plans. Those actions were his message to help me in understanding my coven's vulnerabilities. Together we are potent, but he can destroy us one member at a time, and I remained powerless to stop him. I understood his warning.
I am a pacifist, and am unlikely to start an offence against them. He knew this, but his concern was with my joining to defend the renegade vampires when the Volturi moved to eradicate them. These same vampires are the reason for my concerns about today's meeting, and I agreed to a truce. The exceptions to our treaty are for those who allied with us, as they are not the ones Aro fears.
In an odd show of good faith, Aro then provided mercy for my coven. My children traveled with the Black Pack to New York, and made a number of poor decisions, which resulted in chaotic events. I and my coven's continued existence relied on the graciousness of Aro. My family blundered, and made innocent mistakes that led to devastating consequences. In short, they became a media sensation when an assembled mass of people fell to their charisma. They managed to get into trouble for brawling, and decided to charm their way out of the legal mess they found themselves.
This worked splendidly, but left a mob of people who wanted to know more about them. New York went crazy looking for clues to name the 'Glamorous Twelve'. My children, the Black Pack, and Renesmee managed to contain the situation. The media eventually lost interest due to never obtaining a clear photo of the group. Sadly, the Volturi knew of the events and sent me to New York to either destroy my coven or to take care of the situation. The children managed very well in dealing with the problem themselves, so that required no effort on my part. However, there were other situations needing my attention.
New York had its good moments, but not many. It was a very rough trip for Esme and myself, but the children had fun when not over my knee. It was horrifying for my wife and I, because I needed to punish five of my children. Jacob Black received a spanking from me at the request of his father. Edward and Emmett both received two for their actions and pranks. The worst part of the week was when Jasper panicked and tried to escape my lap. It was my fault, as I attempted a rapid spanking technique that disabled his ability to adapt to the pain, and I paid for my arrogance.
His fist pounded with all of his might against my thigh, but with his flailing, he missed and socked me in the groin. Never have I experienced agony like that. My pain incapacitated me, as Jasper severely crushed my testes. Human men receive castration for such injuries, but that was never an option for me. Vampire healing managed well enough. Esme actually found herself having to punish both Emmett and Edward, as I was unable to do so. This went against her nature, and I hated that my injuries compelled her to take action.
She assisted me with an ice bath and a meditative healing state while I regenerated. It has now been a week since Esme and I were intimate, but we have plans for tomorrow. I expect a full recovery by then. My testicular regeneration caused an interesting side effect, and I find myself unable to resist the pull of my wife. My need for her is extremely intense. When she is near, my mind can focus on little else but my mate. It is so frustrating, as I am not yet well enough to do anything about it. My children walk carefully around me, and Esme hinted more than once about irritableness. Surely, she cannot mean me.
I cancelled our New York trip and we fled back home upon discovering the Volturi's interest in the Black Pack. The Volturi liked our presence in New York, and their reasoning became clear when they took an interest in the humans traveling with us. It was then that I realized the danger posed to the Quileute people, as the Volturi began to realize half their warriors were in New York. With a sense of urgency, I booked passage for everyone on a chartered flight.
I attempted to pay with the family credit card, but the bank declined it due to being two hundred and fifty thousand dollars over the million-dollar limit. This did not upset me, as I have never set spending limitations for my children. I have thirty-four billion dollars, so a million dollars is manageable. We have enough money, and I believed them sensible enough not to attract attention with frivolous spending. The surprise to me came when my personal card received the same response. I seldom ever used that card, and yet unauthorized online purchases put it well over the limit. Esme had to pay the cost for the plane with her card. My children failed to understand that something was amiss. My financial institution declined their card, so they used mine instead.
My wife warned me about my financial generosity with the children. She finally convinced me to set limits. I informed the children to use our credit card only for emergencies, and to expect a monthly allowance in the future. Esme and I need to speak on this, as we have not actually established the limits we wish to set. They are adults, and yet I find myself forced to treat them like irresponsible teenagers. My thoughts are ten or twenty thousand dollars a month. I suspect Esme has other ideas, but together we will figure out a proper amount. The children need one high enough to purchase their cars, or we could lower it and buy them new vehicles for graduation gifts. Either way, I would be a fool not to discuss it with my wife.
Esme has taken a stronger role in the discipline of our children. She defends her babies and attempts to convince me not to punish them, but she now has a better understanding of my methods and is more accepting of my decisions. This came because of my failings. I found myself in a bad situation eighteen days ago, and it is something I never care to repeat. I lost control, and my vampire nature took over.
Jasper and I fought, and I attempted to kill him. Emmett tackled me to the ground, and pinned me there. In my enraged state, I saw him as a challenger, and bit him. I nearly destroyed my family. My actions broke one of four rules I stress for the safety of my coven. Control of our vampire natures is a necessity, and physical chastisement works best for motivation. Most covens resort to tearing off limbs, but I find spankings work well enough.
I refused to excuse myself, and Esme came through for me. My resultant chastisements were well-earned. My backside suffered greatly for my errors. Esme was unfamiliar with corporal punishment, and used a tremendous amount of strength. I received a severe beating, but I deserved so much more. She wanted to understand my philosophy, and to learn my techniques with discipline. We spoke for hours, and she now has a better understanding. She supports me, but she still fights to save the backsides of her cubs. Esme will never suffer such a punishment, as I will not treat her like her ex-husband, or do anything to make her feel as he did.
This meeting with the Quileute council might offer the resolution to a problem I worked on the morning of my grievous incident. I had been in my study attempting to decide on the future of my family, as we must take on new identities. We are much too old for our physical appearances. Forks Community Hospital accepted my resignation, and now my family is ready to move to our next adventure.
The Olympic coven relocates often, and that is not the problem. Jacob's imprint on Renesmee means we need to keep those two together, as separation causes them grief. We cannot stay due to our ages, and are unable to leave because of the imprint. My family needs a place to live without drawing attention to ourselves.
The increased vampiric activity throughout the world promises to worsen, and the Quileute people cannot afford to lose Jacob and his pack. Despite our being their racial enemy, they need the consistent presence of my coven to maintain their number. A war is brewing, and for our mutual survival, we need to negotiate a treaty for the purposes of co-existing.
