A/N: This story is likely to be very long. I'm probably going to put in every dominant Edward smutty thing I like to read, which means there will hopefully be something for everyone! I don't have a plot outlined, so if you want to see anything in particular, PLEASE review and tell me! Don't be shy; odds are good that I'll use your suggestion.

From here on in, each chapter will be dedicated to a different author whose dominant Edward has inspired me to write this story. I doubt any of them will ever read it (I'm not worthy!) but if you're looking for this kinda story, you should be reading these authors. Anyways, this chapter's for Tara Sue Me, author of my favorite story on fanfiction and one of my favorite stories EVER, "The Submissive."

"Do you know what happens to naughty little girls, Bella?" Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "They get spanked. And so will you."

BPOV

Ohmygod. I was nervous, excited, scared, and so incredibly aroused I nearly begged him to take me now. The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge that it'd probably just make things worse.

Edward didn't strike me immediately. I had time to think coherently enough to be excruciatingly aware of how exposed I was in this position. My hands were loose, but somehow I suspected that it wouldn't be a good idea to move them. As soon as I began wondering what Edward was doing, the spanking began.

EPOV

I had to pause for a minute to restrain myself after I'd put Bella in the position I wanted. The sight of her round ass, bared and laid before me like an offering . . . God, it made me hard. I thought of how beautiful her face looked when she blushed, and how sexy her ass would be once I'd spanked it pink. With that image in my mind, I brought my hand down on her left cheek in a light slap. I figured that I'd do a short warm-up round before really getting down to business.

Of course, I didn't actually want to hurt Bella; I certainly wouldn't leave any bruises. I just wanted her to feel a little bit of temporary pain and maybe be a bit sore tomorrow. My first two smacks elicited small squeaks from her, and she began wincing and moaning as the force behind my blows increased. I could tell that it wasn't all from pain, though; although the spanking obviously hurt, she was clearly becoming aroused. Disbelievingly, I shook my head. This girl was incredible. "Shit, Bella, you love this," I said. "You're fucking soaked. Do you like the pain or just the feeling of my hand on your bare ass?" I gave her another smack. "Or do you just like being punished?" Another spank. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" Bella sobbed. "I love it! I love it all!"

That confession left me reeling, nearly drowning in lust. I knew that I wouldn't be able to control myself if I kept going, so I decided to change the original course of my punishment. "Bella," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't about to come in my pants, "this isn't over yet, but I still haven't had dinner. Did you leave something on the stove for me?"

BPOV

What? I stared at Edward in disbelief, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he raised an eyebrow in warning. I held my silence but inwardly fumed. How dare he! He brings me to the verge of climax, leaves me hanging, spanks me as if I was a damned child, and then asks for dinner, calm as you please? What made it even more humiliating was that I had actually enjoyed it. I'd started out dripping, but now my arousal had soaked through my curls and was running down my thighs. I needed to come, dammit!

"Bella?" Shit. He'd asked me a question, hadn't he?

"Uh, yes, Edward?"

His tone was patronizing as he asked, "Did you leave dinner on the stove?"

I nodded. "Yes. Pasta."

"Good. Come on."

He held his hand out to me. I couldn't believe that he meant for me to follow him like this, so I stated the obvious. "Edward, I'm not wearing anything."

"I am very well aware of that," he replied. "Now, come on."

One look at his face convinced me that arguing would be pointless. I took his hand and allowed him to lead me out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen. "Go ahead and sit down," he told me, gesturing towards the table.

"I'll stand, thanks," I replied, blushing with the knowledge that I'd be leaving a damp spot on anything I sat on tonight.

Edward's gaze hardened. "I said sit, Bella. Your punishment has barely begun; don't make it worse for yourself."

Without much choice, I obeyed. Sitting on the wooden chair butt naked was a strange sensation. It felt cool against my heated flesh, and I could feel my juices dripping onto the seat. Meanwhile, Edward was getting a plate of pasta and red sauce and pouring himself some wine. He didn't offer me anything, just sat down and began to eat in silence.

After a few minutes, I began to shift uncomfortably in my chair. Edward was eating his dinner as if everything was normal, while I was sitting right next to him, stark naked! He noticed my fidgeting and asked in his smooth, velvety voice, "Are you all right, love?"

I glared at him. "Fine, thanks. How's the food?"

"Well, it's okay," he replied thoughtfully, "but I really think it needs something more."

"Like what?" I asked angrily; I take great pride in my cooking.

Edward used a piece of bread to clean the plate of sauce and popped it into his mouth. "Hmm . . ." he considered, chewing. Then his face brightened. "Ah ha! That's what was missing!"

He didn't give me time to respond. Before I knew it, I was lying on my back on the kitchen table, my butt resting on the edge of Edward's plate and my legs over his shoulders. He leaned in and swept his tongue along the lips of my sex, from bottom to top. I moaned and stretched out my hands, trying to find something, anything, to grab onto. I ended up gripping the edge of the table as Edward made a meal of me. He licked, sucked, nibbled, and nipped until I began moaning and screaming, about to climax as I started contracting beneath him. Then he pulled away and nonchalantly wiped his mouth with a napkin, taking a sip of wine. I was left gasping naked on the kitchen table, my legs spread wide, dripping juices onto a dinner plate, while Edward, fully dressed, calmly put away the food. Damn my treacherous body for being turned on by such a humiliating situation!

Edward picked up the plate from underneath me and looked at it, amused. "Bella," he asked derisively, "did you get your cum on my plate? It can't go into the dishwasher like this; what if your juice got caked onto it? You'll just have to clean it up."

I sat and reached out to take it from him, but he pulled it away. "With your mouth, Bella," Edward ordered as he placed it on the table, his voice dropping several octaves. I glared at him, trying to communicate fury and refusal, but he met my gaze with his own and, inevitably, my eyes lowered first. I gave in, bending over and lapping my own juices from the dish. After a moment, Edward took it and put it in the dishwasher before turning back to me.

"Delicious, no?" he asked huskily. "But if you thought I was going to let you come that easily, you were sadly mistaken."

I groaned, wanting to scream with frustration. How much longer could he possibly drag this out without actually killing me? No, on second thought that was NOT something I wanted to know. But if his goal was to torture me with lack of release, he was doing a fine job of it. I was ready to give him anything and everything he asked of me, if only he would let me come.

I really hope you guys like it. I'm not going to change the story to make Edward less dominating, but I really hope you're enjoying it. Please leave suggestions for scenarios, etc! I'm hoping for 10 reviews overnight.