It was already dark outside. I thought of Nessie. Shouldn't I be picking her up now?

"Renesme is crashing at Jake's for the night. Don't worry, Alice is with them. So is Jasper," my Bella said just to keep me from asking.

"Bella, baby. Why are you upset?"

She looked away. "I'm not upset."

I her chin in my hands and lifted her head up so her eyes would reach mine.

"Why didn't you tell me that Carlisle spanks you?" she whispered.

"I was hoping I wouldn't end up in that position anytime soon."

I gasped. It was my instant reaction when Bella lifted her shield completely.

Will he ever do… the same to me?

"Is that what you're worried about?" I laughed, "Carlisle never spanks any of you lucky ladies. Even Rosalie when she's in her bitching mood. Or Alice when she maxes out on her credit card by ten thousand dollars. And well Esme, you can't really say anything about that that."

Bella sighed in relief. "So, how're you feeling right now?"

"Well, let's just say I won't be sitting for a while." I laughed.

"I'm guessing you get spanked often?" she teased.

"Not nearly as much as Emmett or Jasper."

"Oh? How about when you were human?"

"Not much either."

"You're kidding. But you lived in the early 1900s! Really early 1900s!"

"You want me to tell you how I was disciplined when I was young and human." It wasn't a question.

"Um…" she looked at the ground.

"We'll talk back at the cottage." I lifted her up unsuspecting and she screamed.

I ran by the house to say goodnight to Carlisle and Esme, who just got home. Rose and Em were back also.

"Hey, little brother!" Emmett screamed.

"Hello, Em!" I screamed back.

"Still stings?" he asked. I gave him a "Ya think?" look.

"I feel you, bro," he grabbed my arm and gave me a bear hug.

"Did another little boy get spanked in this house?" Esme appeared from the stairs. I just put my arm behind my head and gave her an innocent smile.

"Didn't Carlisle tell you?" Rosalie said, "I thought he always went to you for comfort."

"Yes, but I wanted to hear it from you guys," she said, clearly amused.

"Rose, work your magic. Edward and I are going back to the cottage early since Nessie is at Jacob's with Alice and Jasper. G'night guys," Bella said, looking forward to listening to my stories.

"One thing before I leave, where's Carlisle?" I asked.

"He's back at the hospital for an emergency call."

I nodded and said goodnight to my family.

Bella and I were sitting on the edge of my bed and she just looked at me expectantly.

"So your story?" she asked.

"I'm thinking of one…" Bells just nodded and rubbed my leg soothingly.

"Lay down," she demanded. I obeyed with a smile on my face. "Want a heat pad?"

She sure knew me well. I probably showed on my face that I was still hurting. I really wanted to say yes, but I knew better. I needed to take my punishment and I damn well knew it. A heat pad isn't taking my punishment.

"How 'bout I just distract myself with my past by reciting it to you?"

"Such a masochist."

"Do you want to hear the story or not?" I said before I started kissing her. A couple minutes later, I was breathing hard and I finally decided on a moment I wanted to share.

"I was fourteen. My friends and I were hanging around a 10 foot waterfall near our school after hours. I was supposed to be doing some kind of school related thing, I can't remember. My best friend William dared me to jump off the waterfall. It was summertime and we were all sweating like crazy. Like I said, I was fourteen and very young. I was just about the jump off when I heard horse steps and wheels roll by.

"Edward Anthony Masen!" my father shouted. I immediately took three steps back from the cliff.

"Oh, you are in trouble," William whispered. He was right.

"What are you doing, son? I won't get any angrier, just tell me the truth," he shook my shoulder and looked frightening. He was usually a calm and gentle person.

"Father, it's just that it's so hot, and I was going to jump down the waterfall…" William let out a huge sigh of relief because I didn't rat him out.

"Edward, I don't have a lot of time," he put his hand on my back and guided me to his vehicle. "I'll give you a ride home. You can help your mother with dinner after you finish your schoolwork.

He didn't say anything on the way home. We were both silent.

"I'll be back at around seven, Edward." I nodded, expecting what was coming.

"I opened the door to my house, said hello to my mother and went to do my homework. After I was done my arithmetic and everything else, I went to help my mother with dinner. She could not cook.

Unlike other males in my time, my father didn't beat her or anything. He was the gentlest man ever. My mother was good at everything except making meals. I took over once and it tasted a hell lot better.

"Thank you, Edward," my mother kissed me on the cheek when I finished chopping the vegetables.

"I have a note for you, from father," I whispered and blushed the way you did when you were human, Bella.

She took it from my hands and I waited for her to read it. She grabbed a dining room chair and a wooden spoon and she sat down.

"Come over, Edward." She said. I knew what the note said. It was a pre-spanking to "warm up my seat." It was only when my father was really disappointed that he asked my mother to deliver one to me.

I nodded and put myself over her knees. She started spanking me over my trousers fairly hard for 15 minutes, which then made me squirm and whimper a little bit. My eyes were watering but no tears escaped yet.

"Promise me you won't endanger your life again," she said sternly as she pulled me up.

"I promise."

"You may leave now. Your father will be home soon, so please don't step outside the house."

I left the kitchen and to the living room. I looked at the clock and it read 6:30 pm. I kneeled down with my nose in the corner as respect to my father. My friends' parents would've started strapping them on the bare right then and there if they were caught doing what I was doing.

My father did punish me occasionally, but usually, he would just close one eye and let it pass with a stern lecture. And that was enough to put me to shame.

Time slowly ticked by, but it was only another 15 minutes until he showed up through that door. He was early.

"Hello Eliza!" he beamed at my mother, "I had a great day, made a great deal."

"Well congratulations, honey!" she leaned in to kiss him. Then she looked over at me with a worried look. Then she started whispering into his ear. My dad kissed her on the cheek and he said, "We'll be down for dinner in less than an hour." Then he whispered quietly but loud enough for me to hear, "Be a dear and put a pillow on Edward's chair."

When he walked over to me I was somewhat trembling. He said less than an hour. Usually my punishments lasted less than fifteen minutes.

"Edward, stand up." I did exactly that and I turned around to face him.

"Go wait in your room, son. You don't have to kneel or face a wall. Just sit on your bed." He squeezed my shoulder. I nodded and walked down the hall and into my bland sleeping quarters.

When he walked into my room with a strap in his hand, I could've started crying right then and there. The worst thing he used on me was a ruler, despite my age.

"I know you're scared, son," he said soothingly, "but you could've died out there. When you have children, you'll begin to know why I do this. And I don't punish you often, do I?"

"No, father, and I am very grateful of that."

"I only physically discipline you when you it's a life or death issue. I believe what you almost did out there deserve a strapping, so that's exactly what you'll get. You're old enough to take it.

"If you were skipping your studies to impress a lady, I would be the proudest father ever. But you escaped your schoolwork to do immature, naïve things with your friends, and you could've died. That's unacceptable, Edward Masen.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, trying not to interrupt his lecture. It was incredibly amazing how he was able to stay calm.

"And I trust you, and believe that you are very sorry, but apologizing at this point will do no good. I've learned today that you respect me far more than I deserve, as I shrink my fatherly duties so often. Your mother told me that she didn't ask you to stick your nose up in the corner, and walking home seeing you there made me… extremely proud.

"I do respect you father, because you consider everything before you act, and that's something I wish to learn throughout my years. And if you feel like I need a strapping, then I'll take it without complaint," I said, slightly prouder.

"C'mon son, we won't want to miss your mother's delicious meal, right?" he grabbed my arm to stand me up. He picked up the strap lying on my desk and nodded at me. I knew what to do.

I slid my hands out of my suspenders and undid my trousers and let them drop to the floor. I was just about to bend over when my father caught my shoulder.

"Edward…" he said while giving me a very intense look.

I stared at him for a couple more seconds then understood. I nodded and pulled my briefs down to my knees. I took the chair from under my desk and laid my elbows on it.

My father then rolled up the rim of my shirt, as it was too long and getting in the way.

"Eliza sure warmed your backside well… Ready?" he asked. He always had to make sure that I was prepared before he started. Never wanted to startle me and get me crying by the first lick.

As the belt came down the first time, my hand immediately swung back self-consciously. I let out a yelp and I went on my toes.

"Sorry," I said and secured my hand back down.

"You could go over my knee if you like, it's no burden…" my father kindly suggested. I just shook my head and told him to continue.

By the third lick I was sobbing already. My dad was having a hard time dealing with the tears and me being a masochist and telling him to keep going. I was having a hard time trying to keep my hands from moving.

"Edward, would you like me to call your mother to hold you down?" he offered again?

No matter how embarrassing it would be, I had to nod my head because I was sure I wouldn't be able to control my arms.

"I'll be right back," he said while rubbing my back.

He came back a few minutes later with my mom trailing behind him. I was still stuck in the same position.

My parents stayed silent as they walked into the room. My mother was holding a small stool that I knew she would be sitting on, and my father picked up the strap again.

"Feel free to cry, Edward," my mother whispered, "don't be intimidated by me." She rubbed my arms before she secured them tightly with her hands. My father placed his hand on the small of my back before swinging down his arm again.

I yelped but my mother was able to hold down my arms. There was enough time between each lick to make me feel the sting of them before the next one came down.

"Father please," I begged after the fifth time the strap hit me. I said that I would take it without complaint, but I can remember the pain up until now, even though it was a human memory. It hurt more than Carlisle's hand, I swear.

After another five or so—I can't remember—my knees gave out. My father caught me before I hit the ground.

"Just a couple more, son," he said soothingly. I lifted my trembling self up and tried to stop the sobs. I then choked on my on spit, which was kind of embarrassing.

The last few were slightly lighter than the others, except for the last stroke, which made me actually scream in pain. I'm pretty sure that scared my parents.

Because that scream made my dad drop the strap and pull me into an embrace at the same time. I told my mother that I could handle it after three licks; she worked hard all day and she didn't deserve to watch me cry over her arms.

"I'm so sorry," father said as he stroked my hair. I couldn't really talk at the time so I couldn't argue with him.

The end. Did you enjoy that story, Bells?" I finished.

"Wow," was all she said.

"How can you be so shocked?"

"I'm not. It's just that no one ever told me something like that before… Never have I heard a "true story" if you want to call it that."

"Now it's your turn…"

"To what?" she said innocently.

"Don't you have any memories?"

"Maybe… but only if you let me get you a heat pad," she said seductively.

"Fine." Then I picked her up and put my lips to hers. That'll make her forget what she was thinking. 