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Hey guys, so if you follow me you'll probably recognized that this is the exact same story as Our Brat. I deleted Our Brat and am replacing it with Problem Child to eliminate a hateful review. I'll add all the old chapters tonight and a new one soon!
A/N: Contains disciplinary spanking. If you don't like, don't read!
"I hate it here! You're so unfair!" My sixteen year old nephew screams as he stomps through our home. His bedroom door slams shut, and after a few seconds of silence, I let out the breath I was holding. At least he isn't throwing things this time.
"Carlisle, you need to go take care of that behavior." My wife Esme says with anger in her eyes.
The stress amongst my little family has grown tremendously. My nephew Edward has always been headstrong and stubborn, but it has increased lately. He's been behaving worse than ever before. When Edward first came to live with us, he was twelve years old. His parents, my brother and sister-in-law, were just hospitalized for a horrible bout of the flu and asked Esme and I to look after their beloved son. Of course we welcomed him into our home with open arms. From a young age, Edward was intelligent and sly. His father, Edward Senior, loved this about his son and did everything he could to encourage Edward Junior to keep that frame of mind. Although it created a unique and creative thinker, it also created a sneaky troublemaker. When he was little, this sneakiness was 'cute' in his parents eyes. They saw nothing harmful in his attempts to get into the candy they limited him on or his manipulative behavior to get a new toy or a special privilege from Edward Senior. I'm sure my brother had no idea that he was setting his boy up to be the way he is now.
His parents passed away two weeks after Edward moved in with us. The day before they died, Esme caught Edward in the middle of stealing coins from our room, and he proceeded to lie about it when she questioned him. When I returned home from work, he was standing in the corner, waiting for me. Esme took me aside and explained what happened. When I called Edward over to me, he lied again. He got a spanking from me that day. Edward Senior rarely spanked his boy, and when he did, it was just one quick swat, so Edward was shocked when his trousers came down and he was bent over my knee for a real spanking. Once we were done, Edward was in tears with a red hind end, and after a hug and some quick comfort from both Esme and I, he was forgiven and we went on with our day without any more trouble from him. That was the last time he was spanked by me, but it definitely was not the last time he deserved to be spanked.
The next day was hard on him as we had to tell him about his parents death. His brown eyes were full of tears for days after, and it killed me to see him upset. I love my nephew as I would my own child, and to see him so distraught just torn my heart to pieces.
"He's just angry. I'm sure he had a rough day." I respond quickly, hoping to discern the thought I know is in her head.
"Bad day or not, Edward has no right to act like that!"
"Honey, let us all cool down before we do anything." I compromise. She shakes her head.
"That boy needs to get his rear end lit up." She says firmly.
"Esme," I sigh. She's been telling me that for years now.
"This behavior is ridiculous! He has no excuse for going off like that. I'll tell you what, Carlisle. If you don't put an end to this behavior, then I will."
I sigh. If she had her way, she would have taken a belt to Edward's rear years ago. I refuse to let her, though. She'll give him a swat or two every now and then, but I fear that if she goes to truly discipline him, he will just over power her. He's always had a hard time holding his temper, and for the past few months he has taken to throwing things when he's angry. I refuse to let my wife be put in his path of anger.
"I'll talk to him, Esme, and I'll get this straightened out." I promise.
"You need to pull him over your knee, then talk." She says. "It's the only way to get his attention. If you don't, he won't listen to a word you say."
I wait a moment before admitting defeat. I nod slightly.
"I'll take care of it."
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"Edward," I say and push his door open. Laying on his stomach atop his quilt-covered bed, he looks up from his book at me.
"Yes?"
"We need to talk, son."
"About?" He asks as I walk in. When I sit on the edge of his bed, he shuts the book and eyes me suspiciously.
"Your behavior. Your actions today were unacceptable. I'm sorry, Edward, but you have to be punished."
"No!" He flies up into a sitting position. It amazes me how he instantly knows what punishment I'm speaking of. "Carlisle, you can't!"
"I'm sorry, Edward, but you've brought it on yourself." I sigh and stand from the bed.
"I didn't mean it!" He protests.
"Either stand up or lay back down on your stomach." I instruct.
Edward looks up at me with those big brown eyes. They fill up with tears, and he looks just like a scared, broken little boy. It pulls at me heart and I start to doubt if he really deserves to be spanked.
"My Dad never hit me." He whispers in a sad voice as he scoots off the bed and stands right where I need him to be.
That does it for me. There's no way I can do this.
I pull my hand back only a few inches from the seat his pants, and the smack that comes down is only about as hard as a pat on the back.
I wrap one arm around his shoulder and pull him closer to my side. He's tears slowly start to escape. I know they're not coming from the actually spanking, but I still feel horrible for putting those tears in his eyes.
"Let's go get a milkshake. What do you say?" I ask with a squeeze of his shoulders. He nods and looks to the ground.
"My dad always took me to get milkshakes."
"Get your jacket. I'll be waiting in the car." I say and pat his back before leaving his room. Halfway down the hall, I turn back around to tell him that the next time he acts so outrageously, he will be getting a real whooping. As I peer into the doorway, I see him wiping away his tears and smirking.
The boy can play me like a fiddle, and he knows it.
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