WARNING:This CHAPTER contains corporal punishment, i.e. spanking. If this is something that offends you, please discontinue your reading of this story. You have been given fair warning to it's contents.
A/N: Hello again my lovely readers! No I have not forgotten about you all, I promise! Life is just busy, busy! Moving, getting a puppy, and then getting ill. Needless to say I've had my hands full! Sorry, I know long waits are no fun. Please accept this chapter with my sincere condolences on the long wait!
I quickly stood from my seat on the bed and waited for Carlisle's instruction.
Looking me over, he sat for a moment longer, a contemplative look on his face, before standing as well.
Once standing he gave me another quick glance before blowing out a breath and unbuttoning the right cuff of his shirt.
"Please unfasten your trousers Jasper." He directed quietly, moving his eyes to pay acute attention to the action of rolling up his sleeve. I knew he focused his attention there for my benefit. I was always uncomfortable with this command, it made me feel small and vulnerable... disrobing in front of my superior. Needless to say this was not a feeling I enjoyed. The aversion of his gaze was his way of giving me what privacy he could. It was a gesture I greatly appreciated.
Instinctually my eyes were trained on his fingers fluidly working up his sleeve as I nervously obeyed.
Desperately attempting to control my apprehension, I popped open the button on my jeans. I bit my lip as I continued, barely restraining a wince at the deafening sound of the zipper.
When the awful task was complete, I hastily moved my hands behind my back once more and waited.
Carlisle stood for a moment after he finished, eyes to the floor, tongue in cheek. I could feel the sadness in him escalating with each passing minute before he let out a resigned sigh. "Over the bed son."
Reluctantly I turned to the bed, and after eying it with great disdain (as if it were the reason I was enduring this), leaned down to settle myself over it.
The first thing I noticed was that the bedding smelled of Alice. I buried my face far into the duvet in an attempt to immerse myself in it. Breathing in deeply, I let the scent of her wash over my senses and quell some of my anxious energy. That small reminder of her was just what I needed in that moment, to regain some of my scattered composure.
The bed dipped beside me, breaking me out of my haze. Carlisle stayed next to me silently for a moment and I felt him brush his fingers lightly through my hair. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the comforting gesture.
It always went this way with he and I. The slower, quiet climb to the inevitable. It helped us both keep hold of that calm, which was so pivotal. It wasn't as simple, so to speak, with me as his other children. Of course their feelings and emotions during such times affected him, but with my gift, my emotions could influence his; change his... Become his. It was important for both parties that he be a master of his own emotions.
After another couple minutes Carlisle removed his fingers from my hair and sighed. I felt his hands on my hips then, lifting and shifting them to rest over his left thigh, but leaving my upper body to lay over the bed.
Carlisle never left me bent over only the bed. He felt this small connection was imperative. It reminded me of his presence, kept me from falling back into darker times. Being able to have his constant touch kept us both grounded in a way. Through it I could feel his calm, his control, and it helped stomp out any buried fears of punishment becoming violent. It's not that I ever thought Carlisle would be capable of such a thing, I know he would never harm any of us. But when you've seen the things I've seen, there's always a small part, no matter how hard you try to rid yourself of it, that holds a concern. Regardless of the benefits to both of us this contact brought, it was always easier for me, as a former soldier, to bend over a bed or desk for punishment, than his knee. And so he's left to adjust me from my initial position.
After he got me situated how he wanted, I stifled a groan as he began to tug my trousers and briefs down to my knees.
He must have felt my embarrassment as, to distract me, he spoke to me as he did. "Jasper, I want you to tell me why you are about to receive this spanking."
This time I didn't quite manage to quiet my groan. I felt like such a child. But I suppose that was his point. Act as one, be treated as one.
Lifting my face just off the mattress I responded meekly. "Yes sir. I'm in this situation because I was disrespectful and disobedient, sir."
"Mmmm." He hummed in agreement. "Very Good."
He ran his hand gently over my back, bringing it to rest between my shoulders. Calm and love radiated from his touch. "We're going to start now Jasper." He murmured.
I buried my face further into the comforter, and while inhaling Alice's scent and absorbing Carlisle's energy, I nodded.
Carlisle removed his hand from between my shoulders and settled it on my lower back. He let out a tired sigh and I again felt a great deal of sadness from him.
But as soon the sadness began to become overpowered by determination, I steeled myself.
However ready I thought I might have been, the first smack still seemed to take me by surprise. I exhaled sharply as the sting of it bloomed across the sensitive skin of the left cheek of my backside.
The second blow landed beside the first and soon Carlisle fell into rhythm, peppering hard smacks across the entirety of my buttocks.
After a moment of steady spanking, I bit my lip as the sting of individual slaps started to melt into an all encompassing burn.
It certainly hurt; I'd be foolish to say otherwise. But it wasn't unbearable and I knew that I deserved to be punished for such unbecoming behavior.
As Carlisle picked up the pace and intensity of the spanking I involuntarily shifted a bit, digging the toes of my boots into the carpeted floor. I buried my face even further into the duvet, and restrained my urge to bite it. The wrath of Carlisle was enough... I didn't need to bring Alice down on me as well.
My breath caught as he placed particularly hard smack, and I fisted my hands on the bed. The man can certainly deliver. My backside was throbbing, and I knew we weren't done yet. I swallowed another groan at the thought and tried to focus my thoughts on what brought me to this uncomfortable situation and not on how much longer it would last.
As I thought about what I had done I couldn't help the rush of guilt and shame... how awful I'd been! And how much my ass was hurting because of it... I winced.
I must have begun to project my guilt ridden misery as Carlisle decided it was time to lecture.
"Jasper, I'm very disappointed in your behavior." He began, punctuating every word with a sharp spank.
"I know sir." I mumbled, with difficulty, into the bed.
"Your lack of respect was deplorable, and I certainly expect much more from you."
"Mmmph!" I let out a small distressed grunt as he moved his attention to the sensitive area where buttocks met thigh. I moved my hands beneath my face in response, sinking my teeth into a finger on my right hand. My boots twitched, digging further into the carpet as my legs straightened out a bit. I felt more and more miserable as he continued to land hard smacks to my sit-spots. I could feel Carlisle's sorrow radiating from him. I knew he loathed to punish us, but his determination to finish the lesson kept him going.
He again picked up the pace and intensity a bit more and I gritted my teeth in response, letting out a slight hiss.
"I don't want to see a repeat of that performance. Am I making myself clear?" He landed 5 of the hardest spanks yet.
"Y-Yes sir." I ground out. "Sorry s-sir."
My breath hitched. Between Carlisle's sorrow, my own spiraling misery, and the escalating pain in my backside, it all was becoming too much. I felt like I was drowning in the mounting despair of emotion filling the room. My lip and shoulders began to tremble as I tried to hold myself together and I rubbed my burning eyes on the duvet.
Between the hard smacks I heard Carlisle's breath stutter. I knew that I must be projecting my anguish, which was intensified by his own. But in my current state I couldn't pull it in... I couldn't control it. It was too much.
And then, just like that, it was over.
I let out a broken whimper in relief and slumped into the bed.
Carlisle sighed and immediately placed a loving hand between my shoulders.
"Calm Jasper." He whispered soothingly, rubbing the spot gently. "It's over son. Think calm."
I tried to do as he asked, desperately latching onto his voice.
"Ok Jasper." He soothed, sending feelings of love and comfort through his touch. "Ok now." He pulled up my briefs and trousers, settling them in place. I bit my lip as the fabric chaffed against my blazing skin.
Sighing I worked to absorb the love he was emitting, letting it settle into my skin, and wash away the guilt like a spring rain.
Slowly, as Carlisle continued rub circles on my back and murmur quiet words of comfort, the overbearing misery lessened it's hold on me, and both of us seemed to breathe easier.
"Son," Carlisle whispered. "Can you sit up?"
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment, composing myself, and nodded.
Pushing myself up, I slowly shifted to sit on the bed. I squirmed uncomfortably against the mattress, and sniffled.
At least the worst was over.
A/N: Wow! I think that's one of the longer chapters I've written for a story! I hope you all enjoyed it! I realize it's written very differently than one of Edward's spanking scenes, which made me nervous when I posted. But I see the task of disciplining Jasper to be so much more complex then with Edward. Because of his gift and his past, I feel that it's important for Carlisle to take his time before and after administering the discipline, to make sure that it's a loving, calm experience. I feel that Carlisle thinks it important for Jasper in-particular. Not that he doesn't show this love and affection to all his children at times like these, but they all have different needs. And with Jasper's past I thought this a good way to keep him grounded to the fact that this is done out of love for him, and isn't just a coven leader dishing out punishment. Anyways, let me know what you all think! I'm nervous about this one!
