Jasper paced by the walls of his room. He had heard the screams from Emmett and it sent a terrifying energy throughout him. Only four other times in the past decades since he and Alice joined the Cullen family, had he found himself waiting for Carlisle's hand to batter his backside.
Why had he been so irresponsible to go along with Emmett's dare? Of course, at that moment, he had loved everyone moment of picking the perfect elk, the sneaking through the forest's edge with his haul and the precise maneuvers of hanging the large carcass into the detached garage of their newest principal, a royal hard ass as far as principals were concerned.
But now with his rear on the line, it hadn't truly been such a brilliant idea. Little did he know that Emmett was just recycling a previous dare that had resulted in similar consequences. He should have known that Emmett couldn't have actually created a dare that intricate on his own. He didn't know how much more he could handle the waiting.
Standing out in the hall, Carlisle took a deep breath. He could hear Jasper's feet pacing on the other side of the door. His hand slowly turned the handle of the door. Jasper snapped to attention as soon as he heard the door creak open. "Son, please don't do this. I am not your commanding officer." Carlisle gently spoke to Jasper. Jasper often reverted back to his military ways when he found himself in trouble. "Ah'm sorry, sir."
His shoulders dropped as well as his head. The corners of Carlisle's mouth turned upward as his head shook from side to side in slight amusement. Jasper behaved similarly to his brothers and any other guilty teenage boy despite his years of training in one of the most volatile vampire armies in history.
"Let's have a seat, my boy." Carlisle hoped Jasper could feel compassion rather than anger or disappointment as he joined Jasper on the edge of his and Alice's bed. Neither spoke, but after what felt like an eternity, Jasper fidgeted slightly and gazed up with his honey wheat eyes. "Please Carlisle, Ah'm awful sorry. Please don't spank me." Carlisle's resolve once again faltered as the large eyes of sweet Jasper pleaded.
"Son, what you did today was beyond reckless and immature." Carlisle's firm reprimand made Jasper shift uneasily on the bed. A slight whimper escaped from his throat as the heat from his earlier swat reignited. "But I have to be honest with you Jasper. If I would have been in your situation, I would have done the same thing." Jasper's head tilted to the side in confusion as Carlisle's simple grin stretched across his face. Could he be so lucky to actually get out of a spanking?
"But, you made the decision to go along in this hoax and thus, you must suffer the consequences." His father's confirmation struck a fear that Carlisle could feel. "Do you have anything to say, son, before we begin?" Carlisle stood in front of the bed. "Ah'm sorry father." Jasper's hands became immensely intriguing while Carlisle crossed his arms over his marble chest. "Yes, I think we have covered that." Carlisle had found his resolve and was determined to end this dreaded moment quickly. "Son, I'll give you a choice. You can either receive your spanking over my knee or you can choose to receive it over the bed. The choice is yours."
Moments passed as Jasper contemplated the decision on the table. On one hand, a spanking over the knee would lessen the force Carlisle was capable of delivering compared to having full range of motion while standing. But on the other, going over his father's knee was demoralizing and childish especially to someone who had seen centuries pass. "Ah'll stand by my bed, sir." A human would not have heard the words Jasper spoke, but his father acknowledge him with nod. "Very well. Please stand and remove your trousers and underwear."
Jasper's mouth dropped at the proclamation from Carlisle, but he knew better than protesting. "Yes sir." Humanly slow, Jasper stood from his spot on the bed and turned with his back to his father who waited patiently a few steps away. His fingers fumbled with the clasp on his fancy leather belt Alice had bought last week. The button on his designer jeans slipped easily and once the zipper was unfastened, his jeans fell from his hips. Alice constantly ribbed him for not having a butt and that obviously was the case. He squeezed his eyes shut as his fingers hooked into the band of his underwear. His fingers felt like ice as they caressed his skin on their way down to join his discarded jeans. "Alright son, enough procrastinating. Let's get this over…for both our sakes."
Carlisle stood above his son who had obediently bent at the waist with his weight supported by the bed. "Jasper, please tell me why you are about to receive this spanking." He spoke softly while placing a loving hand on Jasper's upper back in support. "Because Ah…Ah endangered Mr. Brown by putting an elk in his garage." Carlisle fought the urge to laugh. His boys were boys and that was by far one of the most creative prank he'd seen in his centuries. But his boys had put an innocent man in the hospital by their unruliness. "Alright, we shall begin."
Before the word was out of his mouth, his hand crashed against Jasper's bared backside. The painful explosion forced Jasper to dig his fists into the mattress. Carlisle continued to deliver precision blows to every inch of his target. Jasper's control began to waver as he thrashed his fists and then his legs began to kick. Carlisle had never seen this reaction from him before; though this spanking was the worst he'd ever given Jasper. "Ah'm sorrwee!" Jasper yelped after a blow was directed to his upper thigh. Carlisle's unbeating heart broke as he watched Jasper flail. "We're almost done, son. Just a few more." Carlisle pressed his hand with a little more strength into Jasper's lower back and began to end the spanking with his final, devastating blows. "No more!" Jasper gasped, but Carlisle was finished.
Jasper sobbed into the mattress. "No more, papa. Ah can't take no more." Unaware that Carlisle had actually stopped, Jasper's body shook. Carlisle quickly pulled Jasper's boxers up to cover his battered rear and restore the young man's dignity. Jasper was quickly collected in Carlisle's arms. "Shh…my boy. No more. It's all over." Carlisle lowered himself on to the bed and positioned Jasper ever so easily on the bed, but Jasper winced and cried out in pain once his butt touched the luxurious satin bedspread. "Hurt papa. Hurts so badly."
He buried his head into Carlisle's shoulder. Carlisle, cherishing this fatherly moment, comforted his son as his sobbed slowed. After a while, Jasper regained his emotions. "I am sorry father." Jasper pulled his face away from Carlisle and sat back. He grimaced as his backside connected further with the bed. Carlisle sent apologetic waves to his son. He did feel bad for punishing him harshly though he knew Jasper needed it. "It's ok father. I have survived worse."
Carlisle wasn't ready for his little soldier's return. He enjoyed it when Jasper acted as a young boy, not a young soldier. "Well I must go and deal with your brother." Carlisle spoke as he rose from the bed. The door seemed so far away. Truly he wanted to stay with Jasper and comfort him. Carlisle knew Jasper still needed comforting even if his outward expression showed different. Call it father's intuition. Jasper nodded, "Yes sir. Thank you father." Tiny daggers cut into Carlisle's heart. One day, he hoped, Jasper's thick exterior wall would forever be disintegrated.