DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.

WARNING: This is a discipline fiction story, and it will have spanking scenes in later chapters. They need to earn it first, and they will. Carlisle does eventually catch up to them.

Timeline: The story assumes Renesmee is close to five. She is not present in any of the scenes that either speak of or deal with spanking.

Spoiler Alert: Based on the books and refers to important events and details from them. The first chapter reveals series spoilers, so please do not read this until after reading Stephenie Meyer's books.

Point of View: The narrative is in a First person point of view.

Making Plans

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A loud crashing sound caught my attention, and then the angered words of my wife. Immediately I rose to my feet, and ran to my daughter's room to calm the brewing storm. On the floor lay an empty hiking pack, and clothing scattered over everything. Pants hung off the lamp, shirts dangled precariously from books and wherever else they landed. The bedroom was in a state of chaos, as Renesmee sat on her bed fuming. She was livid. Bella and I watched helplessly from the doorway as our preteen daughter had thrown everything from her bag in a temperamental fit.

"Renesmee, you pick everything up and pack your bags now!" Bells commanded crossly of our daughter. She turned her gaze to me, and I saw the anger in her golden eyes. "What is the problem," I enquired quietly to stem the anger. That was the wrong approach, as Bella turned an annoyed glance my way. Renesmee's attitude was entirely my fault. I immediately recognized the danger, and knew that glare expected an action from me. In a low tone she mentioned, "You're her father, do something!"

"No! I don't want to go on this stupid camping trip. It isn't fair that I have to leave Wolfe. I'm not the one Grandpa grounded, Dad is! Just because you guys want to go out, doesn't mean I have to. It isn't fair! If Jacob doesn't come, then I'm not going either," Renesmee firmly stated as she folded her arms over her chest and glared to my wife. I gave Bella's shoulder a light squeeze, and offered her a supportive smile as I turned to our daughter.

"Nessie, this camping trip will be a lot of fun. Your aunts and uncles are joining us." I gently pushed past my wife and approached my daughter's bed where I sat down next to her. My hand moved to a spot just above her knee to comfort her. "Renesmee, you are growing so fast. You were born only five years ago, and are nearly a teenager. In two short years, you will become an adult, and we will lose you to Jacob. The two of you will live eternally together, but we only have a few years."

Images of Jacob began coursing through my mind, as Nessie flooded me with everything she could think of. Using her gift she continued to force me to watch as they ran together, swam together, played on the beach, and many other innocent activities. She deluged my mind with her memories, making it nearly impossible for me to form thoughts or words. A painful groan escaped me, as I lay my head in my hands and attempted to end the images. A human child would resort to begging, and pleading with their parents asking the same question dozens of times until permission is certain. My daughter had no need for such childish actions, as this was much more effect.

My wife's shield is powerless against my daughter's assault, but seldom does that matter. "Renesmee Carlie Cullen, release your father this instant," Bella yelled angrily. I was completely at a loss to form cognitive thought, or to respond in any way as flashes of her memories dominated my mind. The images began to slow, as I became aware of a familiar stench. Then they stopped completely.

"Wolfe!" Renesmee yelled in greeting as Jacob arrived at the door. "I knew you'd come and save me, my parents want to take me away from you!" She glared accusingly to Bella, and then to me as if we were deliberately being mean. She turned back to Jacob with a smile of innocence and enquired, "Is that why you are here? Did you come to rescue me?"

Jacob placed one of his paws on my daughter's shoulder and shook his head soberly, "you bet I did. I heard the shouting and came right up." He paused as his gaze moved about the chaos of the room. A pleased expression crossed his face as he gazed first to Bella and then to me. Apparently, he found amusement in his imprinted one's methods. His time will come, I thought to myself as I watched him encouraging her. He enquired of her with concern in his voice, "What's going on Ness, and what do you mean they want to take you away from me?" Jacob glanced accusingly to Bella, and offered me a look of challenge.

"Jacob, calm down," Bella said with a hint of disapproval. "We are going to Sundown New York for a week-long camping trip with our siblings." She folded her arms over her chest and with a roll of her eyes mentioned, "Renesmee is throwing a fit." She glanced to me once more with that look I have grown to hate. I need to do something, but whatever it is, I must figure out for myself. She talked enough for the both of us. What else was there for me to say?

"Bella," I mentioned in a low voice, as I rose from the bed and approached my wife, "maybe we should take a break, and come back in a few hours to speak when everyone has calmed down some." I glanced to Jacob accusingly, "you aren't making this any easier."

Renesmee rose eagerly from the bed and ran to her Wolfe, as she hugged him tightly around the waist. "They want to take me away for an entire week, just me and my vamp family. No wolves, can you believe that?" Turning to Jacob with wide innocent eyes she explained, "I told them no, because I don't want to leave you that long. They don't care."

"Whoa," Jacob exclaimed as he quickly returned the affectionate hug. "Camping is a lot of fun, the pack and I love being out in the wilderness," he explained to Renesmee. Jacob rested a paw atop her head, and scratched it gently with his fingers. "What about Ness? My pack has always protected her, and I would feel much more comfortable if we were near. We could join you guys." Turning his gaze back to Renesmee, he enquired, "Would you like that Ness?"

"What, five more people?" Emmett's voice called out from the main floor. In this home normal conversational volume is loud enough for everyone to hear. "I've got a surprise for us, so let me know how many people are coming," Emmett called out. Other voices rang throughout the house, and yard about the pack addition and most seemed in agreement. Even Leah chose to go. Rosalie hesitated, but Emmett's enthusiasm with his plans eventually convinced her to relent.

Bella stared to Jacob as if he were the most unbelievable person around. Her look is not one of amusement, although bewilderment might be another word for it. In a rather annoyed voice, she grumped to Jacob, "Wolfe, you are spoiling her. If you give in this easily now, just wait until you're married."

I smirked to the pup and imitated the sound of a cracking whip. "You've got it bad with this imprint. You two aren't even dating, and already she has you whipped." An uneasy thought came to me, earning Jacob a glare as I challenged the dog, "you better not be dating. I'll neuter you myself if you even think about her like that before she is fully grown, and you better believe I will know."

Renesmee whacked me playfully in the arm as she looked up to me with a cherubic smile. Suddenly she became rather serious, and explained to me as if I was slow in understanding something of great importance, "Dad, Jacob isn't interested in anything like that. He doesn't care about sex, unlike certain vampires I know." She paused here to give her mother and me a glance. From elsewhere in the house came laughter. Emmett attempted to speak, but his voice cut off suddenly and it sounded as if Rose had something to do with it. Renesmee heard the giggling and defensively stated in a loud voice, "It's true! He is not interested in all that kissy mushy sex stuff. Go ahead, ask him!" Emmett's voice boomed throughout the home as he laughingly said, "This will be a fun week!"

Jacob turned multiple shades of pink at Renesmee's words, and groaned at Emmett's enthused promise. Without notice, he turned and walked toward the window and popped it open. A growling sound emitted from his chest. With my gift, it became abundantly clear that the pack had heard at least Renesmee's last statement. "Ness," he began to explain, but stopped to glance at her parents. "Let's not worry about this kind of stuff. The pack and I need to get a few things, and we'll be back shortly." Turning to me he enquired, "Edward, would you guys mind carrying some of our stuff for us?"

Bella snickered at Jacob's question and mentioned, "I'll take a bag, and maybe while we are in New York we can get you fitted for a pack-saddle." My lovely wife turned her gaze to me, and shook her head. "Edward," she began tiredly, "you have no room to talk when it comes to Renesmee. I have never seen anyone spoiled as much as she is. You and Jacob are the same, and you always give her what she wants."

"Have I ever said no to you," I enquired coyly of my wife as she graced me with her smile. Her face is so perfect, and the type of lips most in Hollywood now desire. My Bella has them naturally, so full, plump, and how I love kissing them. "Everyone, be ready and waiting downstairs in three hours. We'll take off to New York!" A flourish of activity greeted this statement, and the wolves left to pack.