DIsclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters.
WARNING: This chapter contains spanking of a teenage vampire. Dont like, dont read.
The first slap landed with unmerciful force right in the centre of his cotton clad backside, a thunderclap followed by a stinging burn. Edward gasped, and turned his head to look at his father incredulously. Carlisle met his gaze with unsympathetic eyes, and Edward saw him raise his hand before he quickly turned his head, his fingers gripping the sides of the wooden desk in anticipation of more pain. He was not kept waiting long, as his father set a steady pace, raining fierce slaps down upon his vulnerable posterior. . A fire was being ignited on his behind, and he couldn't stand it. Placing his hands flat on the cool surface of the desk over which he was bent, Edward tried to push himself upright
"NO, Carlisle!." His words were grunted out as he fought against the downward pressure of his creator's hand between his shoulder blades. The slaps had not ceased, in fact, irritated by his struggling, Carlisle spanked harder
"Stay still Edward" Carlisle ordered " You're only making this worse for yourself"
But his son was surrendering to the fight or flight insticts that had niggled at him earlier. In the face of his punishment, he found himself cowardly,and desperate to escape the authority wielded over him by his father. He twisted and kicked out, until eventually, the desk surrendered , even if Carlisle didn't. Losing his balance for a second, Edward was toppling forward into the rubble that was his desk when a furious Carlisle caught hold of the back of his collar and hauled him back onto his feet. Edward breathed a sigh of relief, for the incessant spanks had stopped, at least for a moment. Unfortunately for him, it was only a moment until, with a growl of frustration, his father had dragged him backwards over to the bed and then draped him unceremoniously over his knee, scissoring his legs so he was effectively trapped.
" You just keep pushing today" Carlisle growled, as without any hesitation he began tugging at the waistband of Edward's additional level of humilation sparked more frantic struggling and pleading from the teen.
"Please, please no" he said, even as his underwear was pushed down his thighs. He was still voicing his disquiet when Carlisle resumed his spanking, this time hard enough to force Edward to expel the air from his lungs with a whoosh. "Aaah!"
If Edward had thought it bad before, this was a whole new world of pain. His father was not holding back, imprinting the severity of Edward's transgressions upon his psyche with resounding blows to his naked behind. A rhythm had emerged, each beat bringing a new wave of fire, and Edward fisted his hands in the bed covers in a fruitless attempt to transfer some of the pain from his blazing posterior. Every super sensitive nerve was screaming at him in outrage at the ruthless assault being bestowed upon him and it was all Edward could do not to scream.
"Christ!" he exclaimed, earning an extra hard slap from his father for his choice of language, before Carlisle finallt started lecturing.
"Why are you receiving this spanking Edward?" he asked, barely breaking his rhythm.
Edward gasped and tried to focus enough through the distraction of his pain to formulate an answer.
"Uh,... Italy" came his fragmented response. It obviously wasn't satisfactory, as Carlisle remained silent, whilst upping the intensity of the steady blows he was imparting. Edward gulped, wracking his brain for a more eloquent response, even trying to search his creators mind for the desired answer, but it was to no avail. He was on his own, and the longer he remained silent, the more he would incur his father's wrath. What to say to make it stop, had to make it stop..."Bad choices." he finally settled on, recalling Carlisle's earlier words. This seemed more what was being looked for, as the slaps slowed somewhat and Carlisle resumed talking.
"Right Edward, bad choices?" he said, his inflection an invitation for his son to elaborate.
Edward screwed his eyes shut, vision blurred by a sheen of venom as he attempted to pinpoint the events that had led him to this living hell. It hurt almost as much to remember as it did to experience the punishment for the crime.
"Leaving Bella" he choked out in between blows. "...leaving Bella, and then you when I went to Italy"
An excruciatingly sharp slap landed on his left buttock as he said the words, and he felt rather than saw his father's distress.
"Yes Edward. Both bad decisions with unfortunate consequences for everyone around you. Sometimes, most of time actually YOU DONT KNOW BEST! And as for the little show you put on today..." Carlisle raised his right knee, tilting Edward forward and presenting the sensitive undercurve of his buttocks for punishment. Edward struggled futilely, shaking his head back and forth.
"No..no please...DAD!" The pleading turned into a strangled scream as Carlisle meted out ten intense slaps to his sit spots. It was enough to push Edward over the edge and he finally broke down into tearless sobs, surrendering to the pain, to the punishment and to the will of his coven leader. He could read the remorse in Carlisle's thoughts, but it did little to soothe the very physical reminder of his father's displeasure at his actions, and Edward felt the disappointment just as keenly. He was exhausted, and for the first time since finding Bella alive he let go of any pretense at control, all the stress and tension coming out in sobs of anguish that shook his entire frame.
At some point, his father must have moved him, because when Edward came back to his senses he was lying face down on his bed, Carlisle rubbing soothing circles on his upper back, a stark contrast to the throbbing burn he could feel lower down his frame. He lifted his head wearily, turning dark eyes to his father.
"Alright son" Carlisle said softly. " Its all over now".
Edward couldn't stand the compassion in his eyes. He didn't deserve it.
" I'm so sorry Carlisle" he whispered, his voice cracking a little.
His father nodded, tipping Edward's chin up gently. " I know you are. You will have a few more apologies to make though Edward. You're behaviour has caused a lot of hurt, but I know you have the strength to put things right again. You have amazing self discipline when you put your mind to it. And, when you don't.." he ruffled Edward's hair affectionately " you have me to remind you..."
In spite of the small smile as he spoke, Carlisle's eyes turned serious again quickly, and he rested his hand on Edward's shoulder. "Don't ever do that to me again son. The thought of...losing you. It is more than I or this family could bear"
Carlisle stood abruptly, and Edward missed the contact, but didn't dare move in case he reignited any more pain. Instead he let out a muffled groan and folded his arms under his head. He was going to be very sore for a while. His father looked at him and nodded, as if reading his mind, before turning and picking up Edward's discarded jeans, removing the keys to the Volvo and the Aston Martin before placing the garment on the foot of the bed.
" So...no keys, phone and Edward, NO LEAVING THE HOUSE unaccompanied. I'll take you for a hunt later, and then if you wish, you can use the house phone to call Bella. Perhaps you should consider what it is you'll say, she was very distressed earlier."
And with that, Carlisle walked towards the hallway, pausing only to lift Edward's damaged door off its hinges. Usually I would be annoyed at wanton destruction he thought at his son. But in this case you've made my job easier. He disappeared from sight, leaving Edward to his thoughts.
Edward groaned. The lack of privileges, and door, was going to be hard. And so, he thought bitterly, was sitting. He wasn't much looking forward to the conversation with Bella either. Hearing her voice would of course be the best remedy for his maudlin mood, but he could guess that what she had to say would not necessarily have the same effect. The impasse that they had come to was not going to disappear, and whatever happened they didn't seem to be able to just enjoy being together. Alice's thoughts had revealed another complication too, Bella's new friendship with the wolves. He growled just thinking about it, regretting it as the vibrations reminded him of his more pressing pains. Oh how he wished he could sleep, and wake up and find that he didn't hurt anymore. Physically or otherwise.
A/N: This is my first fic, and this chapter was really really hard to write, so I hope it doesn't suck. I was only planning on this story being a couple of chapters, but I think its created its own opportunities for expansion. Let me know if you'd be interested in reading more. Thanks, JJ.
