Chapter 7 – Crime and Punishment - part 2
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Nessie's POV
Day 9 in my punishment, otherwise known as Thursday. Jake thinks that within another week that the bike should be done, thank God!!! (Although I don't think my ass will ever be the same) True to his word Jake has spanked me every day before we begin to work on the bike. Despite my resolve to not let him see me cry I swear that everyday it takes less swats to reduce me into a blubbering and teary mess over his knees. I am not sure if Jake has a prescribed number of smacks that he plans to deliver each day, or if he decides to stop when I give up, but it seems that everyday he spanks every ounce of resistance out of my body, leaving me soft and plaint.
I hate to admit it but Jake is a good teacher and really easy to work with. Rosalie always yells and her instructions only make sense to motor-heads such as herself. In fact as I lay awake that first night thinking about having to work with Jake that is what I expected the experience to be like, and I planned on hating it (despite my involuntary and insane excitement to spend time with him). Instead I am finding that I actually like working with the big jerk. Jake is always funny, in a good mood, and patiently explains everything that he is doing. He is amazing with his hands and yet he never makes me feel like a dumb ass. He even seems genuinely excited when I accomplish anything even if it clumsily takes me twice as long as him. (It is so fucking disgusting how much I don't hate working with him)
The first few days, beyond crying, pleading, and then consoling during my punishment, we did not say much to each other. I had resolved to not say anything to him, if I spoke then it would mean I gave in and I refused to do that. I was NOT going to be the first one to talk. For three days we worked in almost complete silent, the only talking would be instructions. I think that Jake realized my game because he never pushed it. Finally on the third day I gave in, not being able to stand the silence anymore I began to talk to him. Don't get me wrong; there are no deep meaningful conversations here. Mostly he asks me questions about myself and I answer them. Shit does Jake ask a lot of questions. At first it was inane stuff like 'what's your favorite color?" (Purple – Jake's is green) 'who is your favorite Muppet?' (Animal – his is also Animal) 'what's your favorite candy bar?' (Snickers - Butterfingers) Now it has moved into 'what do you think you want to study in college?' (Literature, art, or history – Jake studied business and engineering) and 'what is your favorite movie?' (Can't really answer that there is too many – "Planes, Trains, and Automobiles") I have taken to asking him questions back, and what is surprising is the number of things that we have in common. We both love to read (something he said I taught him to love), we both like sports (watching as well as playing), we both love movies. He likes art and music as much as I do and loves to spend time with friends and family. WHATEVER Jake. I mean this all seems to be all too perfect to me.
Last Friday Mom and Dad decided that spending three hours a day with Jake was not enough, they invited him over for a movie night. Mom made popcorn for Jake and myself and she and dad cuddled on the couch. This left the other couch for Jake and me to share. Dad thought it would be fun to watch everyone's favorite movie from when they were a kid. So first we watched mine, which is "Sixteen Candles," and then mom's favorite "The Princess Bride." When told that these were the selections for the night Jake said, "Ohhhhhh Sexy Girlfriend." (Tomorrow we will watch Dad and Jake's favorites).
The next thing I know we were swapping movie quotes at rapid fire and laughing. This was when I discovered that Jake is a huge movie buff and a self-proclaimed movie quoter. I thought that I was the only one that remembered movie lines like that. Another thing to like about him, God dammit.
The hardest part of this whole thing is not the spankings themselves, although they are painful and extremely unpleasant. No, the hardest part is when Jake comforts me after the punishment. My traitorous body relaxes as he rubs my back telling me that it is all over. Each day it takes longer for my brain to remember my hatred and to jump away from him. I actually feel comforted, I feel cared for, and I feel his love. Ha!!! His fucking love, you have to be kidding me. I KNOW the truth; he is not going to trick me into trusting him again. And for four days I have tried to push Jake into giving me a harsher punishment. However, nothing so far has worked. Being late only meant staying till 9:30, swearing only got me laughed at, I tell him I hate him on a daily basis and nothing. I do not want Jake to think that I am just going to lie down, be a good girl, and let him back into my life. I have to do something, something naughty and defiant to make it clear that he doesn't have my trust yet. I have a plan.
Later that night . . .
DAMM DAMM DAMM!!!!! Ok the plan worked, I definitely received a harsher punishment. In the end all I showed was that I have stubbornly clung to my mistaken notion of hatred for Jake. I cannot hate Jake. Stupid stupid stupid!!!!
Here is what happened. Jake told me when we started working on the bike that I am only to use the power tools when he is with me for my safety. I began to wonder if disobeying this rule would get me a harsher spanking, so before Jake arrived I picked up the blow-torch he had taught me to use the day before. My heart was pounding as I turned the flame on and lowered my safety mask. I brought it to the cool metal and began to work. The door to the garage opened and I looked over to see Jake's entrance. His face, lit up with a smile for me suddenly froze as he saw what I was doing. I moved the torch away from the bike as he rushed towards me. He reached me as I turned the flame off and his hand snaked out to grab the torch and slammed it onto the nearest table. My earlier resolve disappeared as 6'7 of enraged alpha male closed the distance between us. He became increasingly more menacing the closer he got. I closed my eyes, his face within inches of mine. "What the fuck do you think you are doing!!??!! Open your Goddamn eyes and look at me!!!!" my eyes reluctantly opened to see his angry visage, "That was an incredibly stupid thing to do! I TOLD you not to use these dangerous tools without me here!! Don't you know you could of hurt yourself?? I don't know why I even try; you never listen to me anyway!!!! Get your skinny ass into that corner and stay there till I call you over," he roared at me.
Despite my sudden fear over how this latest round of defiance would be dealt with, I smiled as I scurried over to the corner that Jake pointed out. All I knew was that he was going to make me pay for my latest mistake and that was going to quickly kill any kind thoughts that I had for Jacob Black. However there was nothing quick about it. The minutes passed as I waited for him to call me over. What was he doing? I defied him, why wasn't he beating the shit out of my ass right now? I sneaked a look over my shoulder and saw Jake pacing, deep in thought. He suddenly turned, facing me; his gaze was focusing elsewhere so I continued to stare. His eyes were stark, with a mingled look of despair and disappointment. His hands flexed and a muscle in his jaw ticked as he clenched his teeth with frustration. What was he thinking about? Didn't his pride dictate a swift and harsh punishment to the upstart that defied him? It wasn't like he actually cared about me. Right?
Suddenly his head came up, his eyes focused, and I quickly turned back to face the corner. I heard the door to the garage open and close behind me. Jake must of left the garage. What was he doing now? Several minutes passed and the door opened again. I heard Jake walk to his desk and his voice summoned me over.
In the anticipation of strengthening my hatred for him, I forgot about the actual punishment. My stomach began to clench as I walked towards Jake, sitting next to him on the desk was a dark hairbrush. Cold dread filled me, a spanking from Jake's hand was bad enough, I didn't think that I could handle a spanking with a hairbrush. My brilliant plan was beginning to look like a major case of temporary insanity.
Standing in front of him, I thought that maybe if I apologized and admitted the error of judgment Jake would just give me my regular punishment. "Jacob, it was stupid of me to . . ." I started, but was quickly interrupted.
His body shook and his voice was soft with an edge of steel revealing his continued outrage at my behavior. "Renesmee I made the rule about power tools to keep you safe. You are not indestructible you know. And one of the most dangerous elements for you is fire. I don't know what I would do if anything haPPENed to you," his voice cracked with emotion, "I saw . . . I saw all of the possible accidents when I walked through the door," his trembling worsened when he said, "I saw you burned in a hospital bed, I saw you dead."
The fear that had built in my heart became second to the remorse and guilt that had begun to rise. Did he mean what he was saying? I didn't think about how my behavior would make him feel beyond anger at my defiance. Tears of shame and regret were beginning to stream down my face.
Jake continued while my guilt ate at me, "I know you used the torch hoping that I would find out. I suppose you are trying to prove that I can't control you? Is that right?"
It seemed better to say that this was my motive then the real one. I couldn't tell him that I was growing fearful of my feelings for him. So I lied, "yes," I sobbed.
"Renesmee, I am not trying to control you. I wouldn't want to even if I could. Is that why you think that I am punishing you?" he asked.
"Well yeah. You tell me what to do all the time. And you keep telling me that I have to respect you."
He shook his head and said, "I am doing this because I love you. Because I need you to be safe, you're my imprint and I couldn't take it if I lost you."
"What about the bike?" I asked, praying for any evidence to prove that he does hate me, "you have spanked me every night for the last week and a half because I ruined your bike. That has nothing to do with my safety or love for anything more then your bike. You are spanking me for revenge, for the bike, and because I don't like you. Admit it!"
"I have spanked you for the last eight days because you acted like a child by throwing a temper tantrum that ruined property. Renesmee adults are arrested for that. You are also being spanked for putting yourself in danger when you jumped off the cliff and when you used a blowtorch without me. If I have to give you a sore ass to keep you safe then I will do that. There is only one other offense that I would spank you for and that is lying," he calmly explained, "revenge and control have nothing to do with it. My motivation has always been to fight for you, I know that you don't believe me but I love you so much and could think of no other way of getting you to give me a chance."
Ok well what do you say to that? 'I don't believe you,' would only make him lecture me longer. As much as I wanted to avoid a spanking (although I knew that would never happen) Jake's lectures and the guilt I feel are worse. There was nothing I could say. I could hear Jake stand up and move towards me as I tried to wipe my eyes. Suddenly, I felt two warm and rough hands gently cup my face bringing my chin up. Jake brushed his thumbs across my cheeks. "I love you to much to just allow you to put yourself in danger like this. I hope that spanking you will make you think twice before you pull these stupid stunts," he sighed, sitting back down, and continued, "Come here," pointing to his side.
My eyes had gone to the hairbrush next to him on the desk. He had not said anything about spanking me with a hairbrush. Was he going to use it? His voice cut into my meditations, "Renesmee you have already lost your pants for tonight's' spankings, if you make me get you then you will also lose your underwear too," he informed me.
I was going to pay for my mistake tonight; hairbrush, spankings (as in more then one), losing pants, threats of a bare ass spanking. But instead of feeling hatred for Jake, I felt guilt, and I knew that after spanking me that my mistake would be forgiven and forgotten forever. I swallowed and made my way over to Jake's side. "Unbutton your pants, and get over my knee," he ordered.
I unbuttoned my shorts and climbed up. He pulled me into place and I felt his hands hook my pants and pull them down to mid-thigh. Jake handed me the black hairbrush. It was smooth and felt heavy in my hand; I braced myself for the first smack of Jake's hand. SMACK, it never failed the first smack always takes me by surprise, taking my breath away with its harsh sting. I never realized the protection that a pair of shorts gives during a spanking. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK Jake's hand came down in rapid fire covering every inch of my ass. Jake was as methodical about spanking as he is with everything else. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK the swats landed in the same spot several times creating a fiery pain in its wake before moving on to another area.
Normally I try to contain my cries and tears, not wanting to give Jake the satisfaction of knowing that he can make me cry. Tonight I was not able to control the sobs and screams that issued from my lips. But tonight there was no resistance left and I surrendered to Jake's will. I suddenly realized that Jake's hand had stilled. He was rubbing his hand on the small of my back. Was he done?
"That was your first spanking baby, hand me the hairbrush for your second," his hand appeared before my face.
Horror griped my heart as I handed Jake the hairbrush. My actions had been stupid. A blowtorch was dangerous and to use it alone after only one lesson was the height of idiocy. I didn't even do it for a logical reason, to strengthen a misguided resolve that only proved what a stupid and stubborn girl that I am. I did deserve this punishment but it did not make the prospect of another spanking any easier.
My well-spanked ass already throbbed red, hot, and swollen; I could not image how much worse it would be after Jake wielded a hairbrush on it. THWACK, "OWWWWWWW," I screamed as the hard plastic created a burning pain wherever it struck.
THWACK, THWACK, THWACK. Jake was merciless, no amount of pleading or crying lessened his punishment. My sobs were punctuated with each THWACK of the brush by a hoarse scream. Eventually I laid limp and crying over his lap and he laid down the brush. I felt Jake's hand again rub my back and begin to sooth me with his soft words. Jake's comfort felt right, my body relaxed and suddenly I realized I wanted more. I wanted Jake to hold me in his strong arms, I wanted to feel his body surround me and make me feel safe. I flipped over on his lap, sitting up and placing my arms around his neck. I buried my face in his shoulder breathing in his warm earthy scent as my tears soaked his shirt. Jake's joy at my surrender was tangible, and radiated from every pore. For the first time I did not jump off of his lap but stayed within Jake's embrace until my tears had dried and my sobs had subsided.
The rest of the night went the same as usual. The only difference was my self-acknowledgment of the extreme stubbornness that had led me to believe that I hated Jake. It felt so freeing to not fight my enjoyment of Jake's company. However, bad I feel about hurting Jake I know that the only reason he cares is because of the imprinting. He loved my mother in the past and I am merely second best. He could leave me again at any moment. As much as I don't want it to, this thought leaves me cold with fear.