DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.
WARNING: Will contain corporal punishment/Disciplinary spanking of adult vampires. Please don't read if you find such things offensive.
Jasper's Discussion
Friday, July 08, 2011
My walk slowed to a normal human pace as I neared the edge of the forest. I allowed myself the liberty of a short pause to gather my thoughts while I built the resolve to carry this through. The moon reflected eerily from the many glass surfaces of our home, and a sense of foreboding worked its way into my soul as anxiety for the events ahead played at my nerves. Carlisle, steady yourself, I scolded knowing only too well the pain such emotions may cause to my son Jasper. A human would be unable to detect my steps, but Jasper's enhanced hearing would easily allow for him to notice. I hurried into my study and called for my son to join me. This will be a difficult night for us all.
Hesitant footsteps outside my door alerted me to his presence, "Jasper, please enter. There is no need for you to knock."
I waited a moment, and my former soldier entered. His stance seemed more resistant than normal. I realized the need to tell him of my upcoming punishment. I unsuccessfully attempted to mask my feelings from my son's powerful gift. My stomach soured from the excess anxiety as I tried to figure out a way to explain my request made to Esme. Suddenly Jasper's head shot up, and he took a fearful step back from me while shaking his head in the negative.
Confusion became clear in both our eyes, and an awkward silence settled over us. "No," Jasper stated firmly, and emphasized the point by crossing his arms over his chest in a challenging manner.
"No?" I enquired still having little idea exactly what he was speaking of, " no, what?" My eyes narrowed looking inquisitively to my son.
"No, I will not do it," Jasper stated firmly. The glare accompanying the words made it clear that he would not change his mind.
Would this night never end, I thought to myself as I pinched the bridge of my nose. Rising from my chair I stood to my full height, and stared challengingly into the eyes of my son enquiring sternly, "you will not do what, Jasper?"
Jasper quickly averted his gaze to the floor, and approached me submissively. "Father, I meant no disrespect. What you mean to ask of me is more than I can do. Please, it wouldn't be right. It isn't my place."
"Jasper, look me in the eye," I scolded lightly. I insist on my children always making eye contact when we speak, but for some reason a reminder is often needed at times like this. I still had no idea what he was speaking of; as my intentions for him were no different from any other time he had found himself in this situation. "Jasper, explain what it is that you refuse to do," I requested with as much calmness in my voice that I could muster.
My son's gaze fell once more as he gathered his thoughts. The silence once again returned and hung in the air, but this time I would not rush him. After a few minutes he slowly raised his head and looked into my eyes," Sir," he began quietly, "it is not my place to ... to ... discipline you."
The slackening of my jaw and widened eyes showed clear evidence of my shock, and one would not have needed Jasper's unique gift to correctly identify it. Amusement rapidly took over as a slight chuckle escaped my lips. I calmly shook my head and admitted, "Your gift is a very useful talent, but I can see how we ended up in this situation. Jasper, can I confide in you?"
A nod of his head was given me as he stated his verbal agreement, " yes, Dad. What is this about," he enquired while raising his gaze to meet my own.
"Approach the desk son," I stated while offering him a reassuring smile.
Jasper complied promptly, and stood upright with his hands firmly at his sides standing at attention. The stance alone showed his level of anxiety, as he tends to resort to his military training during times of stress.
"Son," I paused to pinch the bridge of my nose to collect my thoughts. "I will make amends for my earlier actions today, but not by your hand." I let this sink in before continuing, "We are having a family meeting tonight after our discussion." My hands clasped behind me, as I slowly walked around my desk to where my son stood so rigidly. I enveloped him in a warm embrace which was quickly returned. I continued to hold my boy, as this is what he seemed to need more than anything else at this moment.
Sensing he was ready to continue, I stepped back and enquired, "Why do you feel I have called you here tonight?"
His gaze fell to the floor, but without my needing to send a reminder he snapped it back to my eyes. "Father, I really messed up today. It wasn't just Emmett's fault that Alice became injured, as I was the one who threw that football. I knew better than to throw it with the full speed of a vampire."
My eyebrow arched at this information. I knew the clash of thunder sound wasn't from a football, but the colliding of two vampires with at least one of them using their abilities. At the time, I didn't know if it was a punch, a hit, or what. The story my children told failed to account for this detail. I wished to interrupt him at this point, but it is not in my nature to do so. I will reserve my questions for the end.
His gaze momentarily diverted from my face as he too noticed the arched eyebrow. Raising his eyes once more to my own he continued, "Emmett attempted to catch the ball." He paused to gather his thoughts before adding, "But it was going faster than he expected and Alice was hurt. I became angry when I saw her hands protecting her nose, and the protective instinct in me wished to see him pay for not catching the ball. I tried to stop myself, but the worse my thoughts became. I growled ferociously, and in a complete state of rage I charged him."
He admitted in a quiet whisper, "Father, I wanted to kill him. I didn't care who stepped in the way, as I was willing to go through them to get to him." His gaze fell to the floor as he seemingly could not muster the courage to look me in the eye at his last admittance, "I hurt Mother."
My mind traveled back to a moment earlier today when I saw my wife lay upon the ground clutching at her side. The need to protect my family drove me to race out into the yard and confront my sons. Anger surged through my being, but I still held control of my emotions as I attempted to break the men apart. My anger turned to rage, as Jasper's emotions tore through me with the aid of his gift. Fury overpowered my control, and I deigned to hurt my son. I may have even killed him, had it not been for Emmett tackling and pinning to the ground. In reward I turned my rage on him and bit him. He saved his brother's life, and it nearly cost his own.
"Look up Jasper," I gently reminded him. I waited for my son to look me in the eye before I stated, "I owe you an apology. I know you feel responsible for everything that happened today, but this is not the case. I was entirely at fault for the actions taken by me. The situation, the injuries, and emotions were all factors which could easily be duplicated many times throughout our lives. What matters are the actions we take in response. I acted wrongly, and attempted to hurt you today." My hand reached out to touch his left shoulder as I admit, "son, I tried to harm you. I need you to know how aggrieved I am by that."
"I forgive you, Father," Jasper said in earnest. He looked up to me hesitantly as he enquired, "so where do we go from here?"
"Let's start at the beginning," I suggested. "Jasper, what was the first rule you broke today?"
"When I used my vampire abilities to throw the football at inhuman speeds," Jasper explained.
I leaned back against the edge of my desk and rested with my hands flat on the surface behind me. "So tell me son, what was wrong with using your vampire abilities? Do we not do this when playing baseball?"
Jasper ran a hand through his golden locks, and gazed to me with a knowing expression. "It endangered our family," he responded quickly. I smirked to him by way of encouragement and he continued, "Anyone could have been there to witness it. If a human had seen, then we would be questioned or possibly become the subject of rumors. The best case scenario would see us moving to another place. If we were to bring attention to our race the Volturi would have little choice other than to have us destroyed."
My shoulders shrugged as I enquired sternly, " what were you thinking when you threw the ball that way? Does the safety of our family not concern you?" My golden eyes darkened slightly, as my thoughts raced to the many activities tonight that did just that.
"Carlisle, Dad," Jasper spoke out with concern clear in his voice. "I am so sorry! I didn't even consider that then. Alice was walking by, and I wanted to show off..."
"You understand my concern there. I however feel that you were being less than honest with me earlier when you told me of the events," I accused Jasper with a raised brow. Pushing myself off the edge of the desk and standing to my full height I continued to enquire, "Tell me again how Emmett injured Alice."
"He missed the ball," Jasper confessed as he stuck to his story. "He should have caught it."
"Jasper, that is not what happened," I stated once more.
"Dad, please. I take full responsibility for everything that happened. Can you just punish me and get on with it," Jasper begged, as he still avoided the truth.
Folding my arms over my chest I continued, "Let me get this straight. You, Edward and Emmett were tossing the ball around when you noticed your mate. Using your full vampire abilities, you then chose to throw the ball at such an extreme speed at Alice. Since you were showing off, I have to assume that you threw it at her without warning." I raised my brow to him as I concluded by way of a question, "did you mean to harm Alice?"
Jasper's eyes widened in horror at my retelling of the tale, and with a violent shake of his head he quickly exclaimed, "No! Never! I would never want to harm Alice! Dad, that isn't how it happened!"
"Then tell me Jasper, what did happen? I do not appreciate being lied to," I stated firmly, in a voice that indicated my patience was wearing thin. "I believed we had already covered this."
"Just punish me, ok Dad? I admitted guilt, isn't that enough," Jasper spit out impatiently. He attempted to act annoyed, but the emotions he was pushing out into the room show the guilt and anxiety. Admittedly his anxiousness had only increased my own, and I had the wish to both prolong and rush through this discussion.
Both brows rose at his tone, and the question asked. My eyes bore into him while I enquired, "Are you trying to anger me? Jasper, answer my question."
Jasper's gaze fell to the floor as he muttered, "we were using our abilities and speed to play catch."
"Please repeat yourself Jasper," I instructed while placing my index finger under his chin and gently motioned it upwards as I said, "look at me son." The level of anxiety increased greatly, as Jasper's emotional flux grew sending an even larger amount my way. My stomach flipped uneasily as butterflies fluttered. At this moment I was unsure if I could continue with the plans made earlier this evening. "Please Jasper," I pleaded with my son," try to calm down. Your emotions are starting to affect me."
His eyes returned to mine as he spoke in a quietly resigned voice, "Emmett, Edward, and I were playing catch using our vampire given abilities. It was not just that one toss."
"I know," was all I needed to say. I chanced a glance to Jasper who seemed to realize just how much trouble he had worked himself into, and if possible the level of anxiety rose to nearly unbearable levels. "Jasper, you must calm down son. If you need time to think, you can have it."
A shake of his head was given as he admitted sheepishly, "I'd rather get this over with, if you know what I mean Dad."
"I do know," I added with a wry smirk.
"Jasper, we have talked on many occasions about fighting with family, and why violence against any member is undesirable. You have been a member of a violent coven, and have seen what can happen when our tempers get the best of us. Jasper, was it really your intention to kill Emmett? Do you honestly want to kill anyone in our family," I asked all the while feeling myself for the hypocrite I was.
"No more than you, Father," Jasper admitted without accusation, as his voice portrayed only sadness and shame. He no longer tried to look me in the eyes as he lowered his head in disgrace.
A hand of comfort rested upon his left shoulder, as I guided him toward the couch. "I understand son, and we will both be paying dearly for our mistakes today. You have broken a few rules designed to keep the family safe. Deliberately causing harm to a family member, potentially exposing our family as vampires, and lying to me are all punishable offences. You already know to expect a spanking tonight. You will also be grounded to our property for a month, but you are always allowed to hunt. You need to take with you a chaperone while hunting. Your mother, one of your siblings, or I will take you hunting. Your chaperone cannot be grounded, so this will exclude your brothers." A stern glance was given him as I continued, "you have also lost driving privileges for that month." Having said my piece, I sat near the middle of the couch. With a motion to my right leg I ask of my son, "Do you wish to say anything before we begin?"
Jasper walked to my right side as beckoned, and worked at the many buttons needed to unfasten his jeans. Without being asked, he shoved them down to his knees and positioned himself over my lap. I wasted no time as my hands moved to the waist of his boxers, and worked them down to join his jeans.
"Jasper, you know what you have done to deserve this punishment, and with your gift I need not tell you how disappointed I am." I firmly positioned my left arm at his waist, as a means of both supporting and restraining him.
I raised my right hand and decided to start with a tremendously powerful smack using nearly half my vampire strength. Compared to my usually much lighter warm-up swats, this one would smart. A point had to be made.
"Corn Fritters," Jasper hissed out in pain as he nearly shot off my lap with that first swat. Both legs bolted into the air while his arms flailed about helplessly. He wouldn't dare try to protect his bottom, as the soldier in him would be mortified. I landed another four equally difficult swats to his backside, as I made sure to cover much of it with my hand. I allowed a few seconds before each swat. By the fifth smack I could feel his body tensing with rigidity, and knew by experience his toes too would be firmly curled. Now that he was adequately warmed up, it was time to begin the real punishment.
Strength is not the only asset of a vampire, but speed as well. A very effective punishment uses the full speed of a vampire and very little strength. Jasper has the willpower and resolve of a soldier, and refuses to break under normal circumstances. Is it fair to him that he should have it worse than his brothers, just because he knows how to take it? The quick vampire pace prevents him from getting used to the pain between swats. Instead of adjusting to it, and preparing for the next one he will have the swats rain down rapidly causing a continual increase in the level of pain and intensity. That is until I pause, and allow him time to adjust.
There was no need to speak, as Jasper knew why he was here and his gift was more effective than a lecture. Almost immediately his legs began kicking freely, and I could feel his grip tightening on my legs as he squeezed his hands in support. Thankfully he grabbed me and not the furniture. I continued at full vampire speed as his movements slowed, and he began to emit deep hitching sobs. I paused at this time and enquired of my son, "what do you regret most about today, aside from this discussion?"
Jasper wailed at my last spank, and sobbed piteously into his folded arms as he attempted to regain his voice. My soldier struggled desperately, and though no further smacks landed on his backside he still wriggled around in pain. "...A...Alice ... Hurt..." was the answer he gave to my request.
"Understandable," I admitted, though that act alone would not have caused this type of punishment.
I covered his butt with firm smacks, taking a few seconds between each one for him to adjust and prepare for the next. True to his form, he accepted more licks before breaking down and sobbing limply over my lap. I hate having to discipline my children. For the last round I repositioned my son by pulling him further on my left leg and raising it slightly to expose the tender sit spots which will serve as reminders for the next day or two. I finished with multiple swats to each side.
With the spanking completed, both hands moved toward his shoulders and gently began a massaging motion to let him know he could get up. There have been occasions where I have given a complete back rub to one of my children, as they either enjoyed it or took that long to regain control of their emotions. Jasper hated this position, and would rather face me sobbing out his pain than to stay another second bent over my lap. He rose quickly, averting his eyes from mine while he tried to compose himself. His boxers came up with a hiss, and I could only imagine the pain he must have been in. I then looked to his jeans, and thought to myself that maybe I should consider changing into something more comfortable myself.
Jasper steadied himself, despite hardly being able to see through the venom. He gripped the waist of his jeans tightly in both hands, and squeezing his eyes the young man pulled them up quickly. My eyes opened wide as I watched this man's bravery, or utter stupidity. I'm not entirely sure which it was, but the result was an intensification of pain on his backside causing him to shuffle his feet quickly on the floor while trying to tame the burn. In any other situation this might have amused, but not when my hand had been the cause for the distress.
My son was now ready for comfort. I stood and embraced him fondly while softly whispering, "I love you Jasper, and all has been forgiven." Each of my children required something different from me. Tonight Jasper preferred a quiet embrace, as he remained until he was ready to comfort his wife and offer assurances. He wouldn't dare leave the study without first composing himself somewhat. The guys would tease him relentlessly, but his greatest fear is the worry it would cause his mate. I smiled affectionately to my boy, and kissed the top of his head as he struggled to get himself under control. He signaled his readiness by gently pulling away.
Before turning to me, Jasper quickly peered at himself in the mirror and made one last swipe of his eyes. Another glance at the mirror, and then my son turned to face me with a teasing smile. His eyes looked to me respectfully, but the grin and tone of his voice warned me of what might be said. "Now it's your turn."
"Ouch," I uttered with a playful flinch in acknowledgement. Turning to my son I mentioned, "Can you phone Alice please, and ask her to bring everyone home in ten minutes?" I waited for his nod before I continued speaking at a normal volume, knowing full well Esme could hear me, "Esme, please call Bella and tell her to come home immediately." I waited for her response, and offered Jasper a sheepish smile as I admitted by way of explanation, "My chastisement will happen without sending my family out of the home. Your siblings will be here shortly."
Jasper's eyes widened in shock as he mouthed something at first, and then found his voice, "You don't even do that to us. The humiliation will be brutal," he stated, and then stopped as he felt my anxiety spike. My stomach was no longer just flipping. Nervous energy poured from me, as I desperately tried to calm myself. Jasper is not someone you can hide such emotions from. A thankful smile was given my son as I felt calming energy push towards, and then surround me. With a nod of gratitude I let him know I appreciated his emotional manipulation.
I watched him leave my study, before I glanced to my watch with a frown. How can it already be four am? I am needed at the hospital by seven, and I began to worry if three hours was enough time. There would definitely be no healing, vampire or otherwise. The night not only refused to end, but had absorbed the entire following day!
I moved quickly toward my room, and removed what remained of my clothes for a very quick shower. It consisted of vampire cleaning with human speed rinsing and waiting for the water to cleanse away the grime. Within three minutes I bathed and dressed in a new pair of trousers and a nicely pressed shirt. My shoes of course shone; otherwise I would hear no end of complaining from Alice. That little minx does have good taste in clothes.