NOTE: This is my first attempt at a story. It is a discipline story mainly between Carlisle and Bella. It follows after 2 of my favorite stories on the sight (Drunken Consequences & Insomnia by Phoenixhp5t—they are the best, I wish you would write more!)
BPOV:
Well, here I am again at the Cullen home for the next 2 weeks. Charlie is going on a fishing trip with Jake, Billy and Seth and whenever he is away, Carlisle (my Vampire Father) has decreed I am to stay with them until Charlie returns, no ifs ands, or buts. I love being with the Cullens, but ever since the last 2 stunts I pulled, I have to tow the line with my vampire father. I can't blame him, I was totally out of line and deserved every spank I got from him, but he really keeps an eye on me ever since, and not only do I have to stay with them when Charlie is away, but I have to let Carlisle know everything and everywhere I am going and get his okay (of course, Charlie does not know this). I really feel that Carlisle is more of a father to me and it's really his permission and approval I really want and need. Yes, the Carlisle stamp of approval must be on everything I do, yessiree! Don't want to stir those waters again.
The rest of the family is going on a hunting trip in Denali for 2 weeks but Carlisle is staying home with me since he has surgeries scheduled. Edward and the others are leaving tomorrow, Sunday, so Carlisle suggested we all go to the art museum in Seattle as a family to spend some time together. It will also be good practice for me being with the family in public and blending in. I will be turned sometime in August after the wedding. I'm a little leery about being in the museum-being the klutz that I am, I have to stay away from anything that could be broken or tipped over, don't want to take any chances. That's all I would need. Edward told me to stick close to him and not touch anything. Hmmm, I wonder why? Geez, no faith!
So here we are at the art museum. Carlisle loves art and we are going to take the tour they have here. As we were getting out of the cars, Dad told us all to be on our best behavior and not cause any problems and try to blend in. It was an overcast day so we did not have to worry about being in the sun.
As we entered the museum, a guide greeted us and asked if she could help us. Emmett blurts out, "Yes, we're here to see the Volturi exhibit." The guide looked at him dumbfounded and asked, "The what exhibit"? Edward, Jasper and I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't think Carlisle could ever look paler, but he did at that moment. Both he and Esme stood there with their mouths open until Carlisle walked up, grabbed Emmett, glared at him and pushed him to the side. "I'm sorry—my son is just goofing off, please forgive his antics". She just smiled as Carlisle grabbled Emmett's arm and said in a low voice so the guide couldn't hear him: "Do you want to go with me to the restroom"? Emmett being Emmett said, "Why Pops, you need help"? Edward and Jasper chuckled to themselves, but I couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud. Dad pushed Emmett to the restroom and shot a glaring glance at me. I felt for Emmett.
Carlisle POV
I couldn't believe my jokester son said that. He wouldn't be so happy and grinning in a few minutes. I had to take some action when he gave me a response like that, not to mention that he brought up the Volturi. Sometimes I don't think this boy thinks further than his nose. As we entered the men's room, luckily no one else was in there, so I shoved Emmett in to the handicap stall and made him face me. I could see he was wishing he could re-live the last few minutes.
"Alright, what has gotten into you? You know better than to bring up the Volturi and to a human, plus you had to be a wise ass with me".
"Sorry Pops, just joking around".
"That is not something to joke about young man, turn around and touch your toes."
"Awe, come on Pops, not here, I won't do it again". "Should have thought of that before—now bend over—NOW!" "Yes Pops".
Emmett reluctantly bent over and touched his toes. I raised my hand high in the air and brought down a hard WHACK! "Ow, Pops, that hurt". "It's supposed to—hold still"—I raised my hand again and brought down another 4 WHACKS. "Is that going to do it Emmett, or should I continue"? "No, Pops, that'll do it alright". "Okay son, get up". He turned and I made him face me, "Stop goofing off and fooling around. Come on, let's enjoy the rest of the tour." "Sure thing Pops—sorry". "It's over now, forget it" I said.
BPOV
Dad and Emmett came over and joined us again. Jasper and Edward were trying desperately to suppress their smiles and I was still giggling. We walked over to wait for the group tour of the paintings and art works which would begin in about 10 minutes. I still couldn't stop giggling. "Bella, Edward said, you better stop before Carlisle catches you". "You don't want to get in trouble". That made me giggle again and this time Carlisle saw me. "Bella, that's enough" Carlisle said. "Sorry Dad—I said, but as soon as I looked at Emmett's smiling face, I blurted out laughing again. Carlisle glowered and walked over to me, "Bella, that's enough, one more time and we are going out to the car". "Understood"? "Yes dad". I didn't know what he meant by going out to the car, but thought I better knock it off. Edward nudged me, "don't push it Bella".
Luckily the tour began, everything was going fine until we get to this one painting that was called, 'On Red'. "What the heck is that"? asked Emmett, to which I groaned to myself, please don't make me laugh you big bear. "It's a painting called 'On Red' the guide said. (All it looked like was a canvas painted red!) Emmett said, "yeah but what is it?" "It's just a painting called 'On Red" the guide said. "What? What did the artist do, slap red paint on a board and put it in a frame"? asked Emmett. (I was trying my best to suppress my laughter because Dad was starting to fume). Emmett went on: "Well, anyone could throw paint on a canvas, piece of board, whatever and call it art then. I'm going to paint one blue and another one white and hang them next to the red one and then it would be 'On Red, On White and On Blue'. That did it, I burst out laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. The thing of it is, Emmett wasn't trying to be funny, he was serious, he couldn't believe that a painting like that could be considered art. I was dying. "Emmett, keep your comments to yourself. Bella, stop it, now". Carlisle said. Some how I did, because I didn't want to incur the wrath of Carlisle, especially after what just happened to Emmett. Edward squeezed my hand and whispered that I better not push it. Rosalie slapped Emmett and told him to shut up. Mom shot Emmett and me a warning look. All I could think was: Please Emmett, don't make me laugh—you know how it is when you are not supposed to laugh…
Carlisle POV:
I just wanted us to have a nice family outing, thinking that this would be a safe enough place as it is inside and not too many people around like other attractions. I wanted to have Bella experience being with the entire family in public before her transformation just to get her used to trying to blend in without drawing attention to us, but this is not looking good. I am hoping I do not have to take my giggling daughter out to the car for "a little discussion" on how to behave in a public place. Seems there's never a dull moment in the Cullen Clan.
BPOV
So now we moved on to other paintings and then we came to my undoing, a local abstract artist. Why, oh why, did they have to take us there. We came to one of this artist's paintings and Emmett couldn't contain his shock: "What do you call that—now that is not art—this dude was seriously messed up".
"It's abstract art" the guide said. "Abstract, more like DISASTER, Ugh" Emmett said shaking his head. "It hurts my eyes" (as if this could affect a vampire's eyes) Emmett said covering his eyes.
"Emmett, I told you before to keep you're comments to yourself, please," Carlisle warned. "Pops, surely you as a doctor have to admit this guy was on something to come up with something like that".
"Emmett, it is art, he is an artist, just enjoy it." "Enjoy it, it looks like he cut pictures up, threw them up in the air, and how they landed is what he paints and then outlines them in neon markers. This dude had problems".
I had my face buried in Edward's shoulder. I could feel my whole body shaking with laughter. I couldn't stop myself. Alice came over and whispered, "Bella, if you don't stop it, the vision I just had of Daddy taking you out to the car will come true and you will not like it. Please try to stop laughing, Daddy is eyeing you now". Edward was begging me to please stop. I finally got myself under control until…the next painting this artist did came into view.
"Oh, now come on, that looks like a kid drew it—I could use my foot and draw a better picture than that, Emmett said. "Hey guide lady, give me a piece of paper and a pencil". With that, he sits on the floor and starts to take his shoe off. Dad knocked him on the arm and told him to get up. He got up looking right into the face of our angry Vampire father. "Do you want to go back to the restroom?" "No sir". "Then I suggest you stop all of this nonsense now". "Yes Pops—I got it—but you should take this abstract artist dude to the bathroom and knock some sense in him!"
At that point, I lost it, I blurted out laughing so hard, I stumbled back into a rope stand that was blocking off an exhibit, knocking it down along with myself and all the other rope stands fell with me causing a loud crashing sound, not to mention I was tangled up in the ropes, and still laughing. Edward and Alice came running over to me and I felt strong hands lift me up. I turned, giggling again, to thank Edward but instead of seeing my favorite vampire's face, I was looking into the angry, fed up face of my father. Uh oh, this is not good. "Are you hurt"? "No dad". He looked me in the eye and spoke in a low, stern voice: "That's enough young lady, come with me". Edward stepped in front of us confronting our father. Carlisle stopped and said to him: "Edward, this is between Bella and myself, you are to stay in here and not come outside, is that understood"? "Yes dad". Edward reluctantly stepped aside and dad led me out of the museum.
When we got outside he gave me a hard swat to my backside. I yelped. No one can swat like Carlisle, especially when he is up to his teeth in any of his children's antics. Luckily there was no one outside to see it, that would have been embarrassing. We got to the car and he stopped at the driver's side back door of his black Mercedes. He unlocked the door with his key fob and told me to get in the back seat. I just looked at him and he told me again, "Get in the back seat Bella, I will not tell you again". Thinking I better do as he said, I got into the back seat. After I got in, he got in and pushed me over to the opposite door and sat in the middle of the seat with a foot on each side of the floor hump.
"All right missy, what was this outing an exercise for"? Carlisle asked. "Time for us to spend as a family and going out into public showing me how to blend in and not draw attention to us" I said.
"How do you think that turned out?" asked my very irate father.
"Not so good, but dad, I couldn't help it, Emmett just struck me so funny with his comments" I said hoping this would buy me a reprieve.
"I know Sweetheart, but you know Emmett wasn't trying to make you laugh, it is just his way, he thinks out loud and is very loud. You have been warned about laughing, and then you take a dive into a roped off section and get yourself tangled up in the rope and rope stands making a noise so loud I thought the mummies in the Egyptian room were going to get up out of their sarcophagi's. Thank heavens you didn't damage anything or hurt yourself-again!
"I'm sorry dad. I really didn't mean to do that or laugh like that, but I couldn't help it."
"Well, let me help you with that. Let's get this over with so that we can get back to the others".
I suddenly realized what he meant about going out to the car. 'No dad, please, I won't do it again. I'll behave, please don't".
"Sorry Bella—come on, he said and patted his right knee—over you go".
I looked at his knee and then at the door next to me and put my hand on the handle. Of course, he caught that and gave a low growl. 'Bella, don't you dare open that door, you will not get so much as your foot out the door and I will stop you. Now take your hand off the handle and get over my knee". No, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening. "Please daddy, see I stopped giggling, please, pretty please". "Bella, you have 2 choices, either put your bottom on my knee yourself, or I will do it for you, and if I have to do it, your pants are coming down, now what is it going to be"?
Realizing it was in my best interest to do it myself, I leaned forward and laid myself over his knees. He helped adjust me so that my bottom was lying in the perfect position on his right knee. Great, what a position to be in: over my father's knees in the back seat of his car looking at the floor. Leave it to neat-freak Carlisle, not a speck of dust or dirt on the floor. I felt him put his left hand on the small of my back and lay his right hand against my bottom. "Tell me again why you are in this position, Bella". "Wait, you mean you don't know" I said sarcastically. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK—"you watch your attitude with me young lady". "OW OW OW OW! I'm sorry". "Want to try that again?" he asked. "I kept giggling and fell and got tangled up in the ropes and drew attention to us," I said suddenly feeling very ashamed. "You certainly did—now let's see if I can give you a few pointers on how to behave in public".
SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK on the right cheek – "AAHH, ow, ooww, daaad it hurts" I yelped. "That's why it's called punishment," my angry father said.
SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK - SMACK reigned down on the left cheek – "AAHH! AHHH, dad please" I pleaded – "Almost over, Bella.",
SMACK - SMACK on the right – SMACK - SMACK on the left. "OWW! OWWW!" – I was crying. Then I felt myself being lifted up and sat down next to him. I yelped when my bottom hit the seat, but I didn't dare move. I was wriggling in discomfort. It wasn't as bad as the other spankings I had gotten from him, but it stung like heck. "Alright Bella, do you think you can behave now and stop giggling like a little child"? "Yes dad, I'm sorry". "That's my girl". He hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Okay, let's rejoin the others".
As we walked in the others were waiting for us. Edward came over and put his arm around me. "Are you okay my love"? "Yeah, it wasn't that bad, stings, but I'm fine". "Please try to not to get in anymore trouble, I almost bolted out the door to check on you but Jasper and Alice stopped me." "I guess I better get used to having a father that really takes an active role in my behavior, I said rubbing my sore bottom. Wow!". "There's no getting around it, babe—just ask all of our butts" Edward grinned.
So now we were going to the section with all the replicas of the famous statues. The first statue we came up to was the statue of David—you know the statue of David—all of him is exposed. Next to that, the 3 Virgins – also all exposed. Emmett stood there wide-eyed with mouth open: "Hey Pops, I didn't know they had an X-Rated section"! We were asked to leave and Dad said we were never going to the museum again as long as we lived—I guess that means never!
TBC- This was my first attempt. Please review and let me know if I should finish it. Remember, Bella has 2 weeks with Carlisle while the others are gone hunting.
