WARNING: This story contains bad language and corporal punishment in some chapters. If this offends you, please discontinue your reading of this story.
A/N: Here it is, the awaited next chapter!
"I..I… s…orry." I stuttered out through my sobs.
"Shhhh…" Carlisle murmured. "I know you're sorry Edward. It's alright baby boy."
I was still cradled in his lap, face buried in the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder. My weight was resting on my hip, keeping my soundly spanked bottom from touching his lap, as I angled my body into him.
Carlisle's arms were wrapped securely around me, his once punishing hand, running tenderly through my thick bronze hair. He rocked us slowly side to side, trying his best to calm me. He kissed my head softly before turning to lay his cheek against it.
"I've got you Edward…. Shhh now… I love you." He whispered.
"Oohh… h…hurts…" I moaned.
Carlisle's arms tightened around me. "I know baby. I'm sorry. I love you." He replied quietly, the pain he felt at my punishment evident in his voice. He was hurting too. Punishing one of us was hard enough, but two… it was hard on him. He needed me at this moment, as much as I needed him.
I rubbed my eyes on shoulder, though there were no actual tears, my eyes still felt a bit weary; or maybe I was just weary as a whole. Shifting slightly in his arms, I tried to get closer to him, small whimpers escaping my throat. I dug my fingers fiercely into the fabric of his shirt.
"Edward," Carlisle murmured, his voice cracking a bit at my vulnerable state. "I'm right here, baby. Relax."
I said nothing, but continued to cling to him. We were quiet then, the silence only broken by my quieting cries. I worked hard to get myself under control. I guess the stress had eaten at me. Between that, the guilt of attacking my brother and disappointing Carlisle, and not to mention the spanking, it all had left me feeling kind of ravaged and vulnerable.
Finally I was able to calm myself down to sniffles.
Carlisle kissed my temple. That's it my baby. Deep breaths Edward.
Following his advice, I inhaled deeply. In return my chest felt less restricted.
"I'm sorry Dad…" I sniffed after a moment.
"Shhh…" Carlisle shushed me. "It's all forgiven now."
I eased my grip on him, allowing him to pull me back enough to look in my face. He lovingly moved some hair from my eyes. Letting out a sigh he spoke to me gently.
"Edward, you must give yourself the ability to ease some of this tension. You can't continue to let it build until you can't control yourself."
I nodded, shifting my gaze to focus on the buttons of his shirt, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry." I whispered again.
Carlisle tipped my chin up with his finger, looking me in the eyes. I love you.
"I love you too." I replied with a sniff. Then I buried my face back into his shoulder, resuming my tight hold.
Carlisle was taken a bit off guard by my clinging, but did not hesitate to reciprocate by holding me tightly.
Ok baby. It's alright.
After a few more minutes Carlisle spoke again.
"Baby boy, your mother is going to be home soon." He whispered. "And you and your brother must clean up your mess. I would suggest you do so before she arrives."
I nodded into his shoulder.
Are you ready to get up baby?
"ok." I whispered.
Carlisle helped me stand, and pulled me into a fierce hug. He kissed my forehead tenderly, and ruffled my hair.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too."
As he stepped away his face became puzzled. Following his train of thought I looked down at his trousers and I swore I felt my face flush.
Carlisle followed my gaze. There was a large tear in his pant leg, spanning from mid thigh to just below the knee. I must have torn them by accident during my spanking. I shifted my weight from foot to foot in my embarrassment.
Carlisle shook his head, chuckling. "I guess I best change." He looked up, smiling, until he caught my embarrassment. He let out another chuckle, and hugged me again. "Oh calm yourself Edward. It was an accident. I have more than enough clothing."
I nodded, smiling despite myself. Carlisle's laughter had always been contagious.
"Alright son, you and Emmett best get started on that living room." He said, releasing me and turning me towards the door of my room. "And I better see a mutual apology." He added, with a light slap to my bottom to get me going.
"Ok, I'm going!" I whined, rubbing my sore bottom.
Carlisle chuckled again, following me out of my room. Go ahead downstairs... I will call your brother home.
"Yes dad." I replied, obediently making my way downstairs. I hoped Emmett got home fast. Dad was right; we really wanted to clean up before mom got home.
A/N: Well I hope you enjoyed it! Poor Edward just needed a little extra comfort this time. What a sweetie. Please let me know what you all think! Your reviews are really important!
