DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.
WARNING: This chapter is primarily the disciplinary spanking of an adult Shape Shifter. Please do not read if you find such things offensive.
Point of View: The entire chapter is from Carlisle's POV in a first person perspective.
Jacob Experiences Cullen Discipline
Saturday, July 16, 2011
My session with Rose took longer than I had expected, as I did not plan for the problematic control of my anger. A glance to the phone on the desk made me realize that I should give the suite's butler a call. George sounded somewhat surprised, but agreed to keep the staff out of the suite for the rest of the night. I glanced to the bowl of water, and opted to refill it with ice before calling on the next person.
Jacob was in the kitchen helping himself to a four-inch high sandwich filled with the stench of cheese and dead animal. These repulsive odors combined with something tangy smelling, and I could not ever remember having desired to nourish myself with anything so repugnant. He watched me curiously, as I poured the bowl of water into the sink, and then laughed as I filled it with ice. I smirked to him and admitted, "Ice has many beneficial medical uses." He stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth as I stated, "Jacob, see me in my study after you have finished with your lunch."
"Sure, I'll be up their shortly," he said, as if I had just asked him over for afternoon tea. No, that would be a lie, as he would probably avoid that. He grabbed a family sized bag of potato chips, and began eating them by the handful. I located another little towel for my bowl, and turned in time to see him walking out of the cooler with a bottle of beer. I folded my arms over my chest, and slowly shook my head as I gazed to him. "Huh, no beer? Ok, I'll get it later." He smirked and admitted, "I might actually appreciate it all the more after my visit with you."
"You just might," I said in agreement. I carried the bowl of ice back upstairs to my office, and pondered on how I would carry out this next punishment. Jacob is a special case, as he is the alpha of his pack. Every member of the pack shares their memories when he turns into a wolf, and that would be difficult for him. I rubbed at my chin in contemplation, as pulling him over my knee would be highly inappropriate in that situation. It is my preferred way when dealing with the children, but my experiences last week revealed it is not entirely beneficial to ones ego.
I ran a hand through my hair as I realized what I needed to do. Jacob's punishment took a bit of thought, as it could not be seen as childish. From the distance, I heard Edward complaining, and mentally scolded him for invading on my thoughts. In a matter of minutes, Jacob arrived at the study and looked a bit more nervous than he had in the kitchen. "Jacob, you now realize that I spank my children. Earlier you thought it a joke, but you now know otherwise. Is there something you want to say, or questions you would like to ask?"
Jacob thought curiously for a moment and then enquired, "Is it true that I will have to go over your knee?" His respiration become more rapid as he asked and I noticed a slight increase in his heart beat.
"Would you prefer to go over my knee," I enquired curiously of the boy.
His stared to me in horror and said, "No, not at all. Carlisle, I can't do that." He paused for a moment, and then spoke softly as he mentioned, "my pack will see and remember everything! Leah will never let me forget! She will tell everyone, and people will remember Alpha Jacob, the wolf with the red behind."
"Isn't your fur kind of red," I enquired with amusement. I should not have laughed, but this kid is very comedic. I folded my arms over my chest as I enquired, "Would you feel more comfortable bending over the desk?" I heard the voices of my sons complaining the moment I asked the question. They did not sound pleased, and I was sure to hear about that later.
Jacob nodded his head as he mentioned, "that sounds better. The punishment itself was no better or worse, but it was easier on his pride. So what do you want me to do," he enquired as he approached the desk.
"Jacob, it was your father that wished for me to spank you, can you tell me why he would want that?" I enquired curiously. I gazed to the young man, the traditional enemy of my species, and in a few years, he would become a member of my family. What an interesting situation to find oneself in. What makes this particular punishment more difficult is that I suspect Jacob and I will work together in the future as equals and leaders of our people. It is an honor to take on the role of mentor.
Redness showed on Jacob's cheeks as he admitted, "he was mad. We are not to draw attention to ourselves either, and he expressed concern about my Great Grandfather. He and his pack wolfed it up and took off. I bet they are still alive. Anyhow, Dad was upset that Seth wolfed it up in the SUV. He doesn't get it, but that's ok. Seth is my responsibility, and I know he didn't do it deliberately. The wolf just happens when you get mad, or upset."
It was now my turn to express shock as I stared to this young man. "Jacob, does this mean I can expect you to become a wolf during your spanking?" I stared to him dumbfounded, as that is something I truly had not considered. The thought had crossed my mind, but I was unaware that it happened unintentionally to the experienced wolves. One expects such things with pups, but this was news to me.
Jacob looked to me sheepishly as he admitted, "Yeah that might happen. Carlisle, I can't always control it. I fight it, but it just happens if my emotions are too strong. Everyone saw what Sam did to Emily when they argued. She said something about him being just like his dad. He phased and attacked her. She needed help, and he tried to get back into human form. His emotions were too high, and he stayed a wolf. He thought he killed her, and panicked. No way could he leave wolf form. His pack heard him and helped her." He swallowed deeply and glanced up to me with a mischievous smirk as he admitted, "I don't think you'll like it much if I bite."
"Nor would you, or for that matter the owners of this hotel," I admitted with a wry grin. "Jacob, normally I do not ask people to strip for a chastisement. I will not have you completely naked, but as a phase is possible, I suggest you remove your shirt and pants. You may keep your underwear on. When you are ready, I ask that you grasp the other side of the desk, and bend over. Try to keep yourself in place. If you need me to pause, then please let me know. I will grant you time between each stroke for you to adjust, and hopefully we can prevent a phase shift," I explained as I paced around the room. With a smirk I added, "Extra strokes if you bite."
"So, claws are fine then, good to know," he said cheekily as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room to land on the chair. He unfastened his pants, and shoved them down to his knees. He pulled one leg out, and with the pants still on the other, he kicked outwards sending the jeans flying. They nearly landed on the chair. He glanced to me with satisfaction, and bent over the desk as I had instructed. I suspected that he thought himself above the pain of a simple spanking.
I moved to his left side, and placed my left hand upon his back. Contact is important during such a time, and is one of the reasons I hate this particular posture. It is so impersonal, and not something, I would normally choose. "Jake, I do not expect you to take this punishment quietly. You heard my boys this morning, and you saw their eyes to know they too cried. I do expect you to cry out, and even to sob. It is not something to feel embarrassed about." With a snort, he expressed incredulity at the idea of his crying, but I was about to make a believer out of him. I raised my hand, and then paused as it occurred to me he is a human with different needs than my children. "Jake," I commanded softly, "go and use the facilities. Return once you have finished."
He stared up to me as if I had suddenly gone mental, "Carlisle, I'm fine. Not like this is going to take a long time, I'll be Ok." Unfortunately it appeared as though I had caused his cheeks to redden some more. I lowered my voice so only he could hear and mentioned, "I grew in a different era than today. I turned into a vampire at the age of twenty-three, and had until then still lived with my father. In those days, it did not matter your age, as I could still count on receiving a chastisement for my errors. Jake, the body reacts to pain in ways that can cause humiliation." He stared to me, and without another word, he rose from the desk and vanished from the study.
While I waited for his return, I thought back to what I told him. I sure hope he did not think I implied myself having been in such a situation. Surely not, as that was just something everyone knew and made sure to avoid. He immediately went back to the desk, and I stood to his left once more with my hand on his back. I was not sure how hard to hit a shape changer, so I started with light swats. His warm up eventually became firmer as I became more aware of his tolerance.
Eventually he grunted, and I knew then the firmness I required. I took my time with this spanking, and gave him a few seconds between each whack to adjust. It would do neither of us for him to wolf it up in my study. Jake's muscles rippled with the tension as he tried to avoid crying out. The spanking continued, and I saw as his muscles became taut with the stress. Gently I encouraged, "it is worse when you tense up Jake, you might want to relax a bit." The growl in return earned him a much harder swat, which caused him to yip.
I adjusted my swats with a bit more firmness, and I saw his right leg move up as he began to thump his foot into the floor. I peppered his yellow cotton boxers with firm swats, and he cried out for the first time. I continued raining down swats on his backside, as he began to dance on the spot to maintain control of himself and maybe to avoid a swat or two. Suddenly his hands flew back to protect his posterior, but before I could scold him they returned quickly to the desk. He gasped out through clenched teeth, "sorry."
Tears streaked down his face as the spanking continued, and to my surprise, I began hearing something that sounded like hissing or snarling. Ever so cautiously, I paused, and studied him for a second before it dawned on me that he was desperately clinging to the hope of hanging on. I now regretted allowing him the boxers, as I had no real way to judge the amount of damage I inflicted on the young man. I began to suspect that he had a tremendous resolve, and I did not wish to cause him a contusion.
I had paused too long, as he gasped out "a-are w-we d-done." He moaned loudly when I indicated that it was not yet over, and I changed my focus to his sit spots. Unlike my children, this one needed to breathe and his stress showed easily when he spoke. I spanked much more firmly on the sit spots, and he screamed in what sounded like a loud howl. He began crying out with each swat, and the room filled with the sounds of "Oooohhahh... Oouch! ow." Most of it sounded like a wild animal fighting, or possibly mating. He began sobbing, as tears streamed from his eyes. The young man's cries turned into sobs and moans of anguish. Suddenly he began to growl, and when my hand-made connection for the last time, I flew backwards as a giant wolf appeared before me.
I sprawled ungraciously across the floor as I slid on my backside from the force of his change. He jumped on the desk and howled his pain loudly, but made no move to attack. I heard the footfalls of my family as they approached, but warned them to go back. I was fine, and Jake now needed comforting. I moved to the desk and began scratching behind his ear with my one hand, and gently scratching at the scruff of his neck with the other. My hands went from gentle scratches, to petting, and he nuzzled into me as a pet dog might.
"Jake," I began in a soothing voice, "you handled that exceptionally well. I am very pleased with your self-control, and you took it like a man-wolf. Jacob, your father would be proud of you. I cannot speak for your father, but I forgive you for everything we spoke about. There is no need to dwell on it, as we have dealt with your transgressions and they are no more." I can honestly say this is the first time I have done the post-spanking comfort to a wolf, and yet it did not seem odd. "Jake, I have grown to think of you as a son. I know that I am not your father, but someday soon, we will be family. I am always here for you."
Jake responded by rubbing his muzzle against my chest, and I embraced him affectionately with my arms around his neck. In my arms, he became a man, and returned my embrace. He now stood completely naked due to the phase having destroyed his boxers, so I averted my gaze while he promptly threw his pants and shirt back on. He was more than ready to leave my office, but I sensed he wished to talk. Curiously, I enquired, "how about a beer?"
"Yeah, that sounds perfect," he said as he rubbed at his backside. I chose not to have one, but did take the opportunity to soak my hand in the bowl of ice. We leaned against the kitchen counters and talked of the future. We spoke of Renesmee, and what we thought our relationship might be like once they wed. I mentioned my wish to speak with his council of elders to form a new alliance with his tribe. He seemed interested, and then we spoke of his family and the pack. We ordered ten large pizzas for he, the pack, and Renesmee. He drank two bottles of beer while we chatted. Our talk ended when the pizza arrived, as he planned to take it to the third floor. Before we parted, I asked him to send up Alice.
