This is my first fic so apologies in advance for any newbie mistakes. Reviews would be very much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. This fic features spanking, including parental spanking of a teenager. If that's not your thing, please move right along.

Chapter 1

"I can't believe they arrested Alec right in the middle of his vows," Emma murmered, picking at the embroidery on Sutton's bedspread.

"You've already said that," came Sutton's retort. "Might be time to get some new conversation fodder, sis."

"How very civil you are," Ethan said from beside the window. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, wondering whether to stick around or just take off. He didn't know what the deal was with Emma and Sutton any more.

"Anyway," Sutton said, "I can't believe a certain superstar sheriff didn't show up with the cuffs until after they finished the I Dos. Well done big brother Dan! Don't you-"

"That's enough, Sutton!" Emma snapped.

So the girl did have a spine, after all, thought Sutton. "Oh really?" she replied. "And what are you going to do, exactly? Throw me out of my own bedroom? Go running to my mom, who doesn't even know you exist?"

"Right, except she's not your mom, either, not really." The words flew out of Emma's mouth before she could stop them. She was shocked at herself; she was never normally that cruel. She had clearly been walking in Sutton's shoes for far too long.

"Girls, that is enough!" Ethan slammed his hand down on Sutton's desk, making both girls jump. They stared at him in surprise and shock. Ethan was moody, sure, but it was all an act. Really, he was as gentle as a lamb. Wasn't he?

Except his usual broody demeanour was pure sunshine compared to the look on his face right now. Eyes blazing, he was clearly fuming. Even Sutton seemed lost for words.

"Kristen and Laurel will be back from dinner soon. Someone needs to be here – Emma, I suggest that's you, because Sutton and I need to have a little chat. And if either of you wants to see me ever again, you won't even think about arguing."

He looked from one twin to the other. They were both staring at him as if he'd grown a second head.

Sutton found her voice first. "Sounds kind of... intimate," she said. "Are you quite sure you don't mean to have this little chat with Emma?"

"Seriously, Sutton, that's enough," Ethan said. "Did your parents never teach you when to stop?"

"I guess not," Sutton smirked.

"I guess I'll see you later then." Ethan was talking to Emma now, but she was staring straight ahead, as if she was super fascinated by the lid of Sutton's Macbook. She said nothing as Ethan and Sutton walked out of the room. After all, what was left to say?