Not really a spanking (though there is a slight erotic one) but more just one big Jasper and Alice lemon because, well, there's never enough Alice and Jasper lemons these days...

Jasper's POV

Edward took Bella back to their place after our day out, at last taking my advice that a spanking didn't work unless it was given on bare.

I smiled wickedly as we pulled up to the house and he grabbed her arm and marched her off, with her eyes firmly on the ground. Bella was going to get a proper spanking for once.

"Stop looking at them with that satisfied smirk on your face," Alice said, coming up behind me and putting her arms round my waist, her face nuzzling into my back.

"It is rather good to know that Bella's not just getting off lightly for once though," Rosalie said as she got out of the car, her eyes also on the retreating forms of our brother and sister.

"Says the queen of getting off lightly," Alice snorted.

"I do not."

She did really though.

I made sure Alice never got off lightly. Sure, I was a southern gentleman, but I had also been raised to know that sometimes what a woman needed was a good old fashioned spanking and not some daft love pat like Edward was prone to giving Bella.

"You do really, Rose," Emmett said, coming to stand beside his wife.

"Go to hell." Even I was pretty shocked at the tone of her voice, and I could feel waves of genuine irritation rolling off her.

"Rose! I'm getting fed up with this!" he snapped at her, anger rolling off him.

Alice and I needed to get away from this, just a few moments ago, when she had put her arms round my waist I could sense exactly what Alice wanted tonight, and I wasn't having it affected by some argument from beauty and the brawn.

I put my arm round her and pulled her off, up the stairs, only pausing to smile briefly at Mom and Dad, who were sitting in front of the television pretending they couldn't hear the voices outside which were slowly but surely getting louder and louder.

"He's not going to spank her… yet," Alice said, as though reading my mind, "Though personally I think if he did he would be giving her the boundaries she's craving. She might be headstrong and whatever but she was born in a time when men were naturally stronger than women and she needs to know that he is stronger than her and that she can rely on him to take care of her and do what's best for her, even if that does mean correcting her when she's wrong."

I looked down in slight amazement at my wife.

"And when did you get so wise?"

"I've always been smart," she laughed up at me, turning in the doorway of our room and standing on her tip toes to kiss me.

I picked her up and carried her through to our room, her legs wrapped firmly round my waist, kicking the door shut behind me.

"Right Mrs Whitlock," I said in her ear, "I'm sensing you've got a few things you want taken care of."

She let out a low moan as I nibbled her neck, and deposited her on the bed.

"I do, Mr Whitlock, I do," she said giggling, as I climbed on the bed to straddle her.

"But if you need me to do you the favour, I'm afraid it's by my rules," I grinned down at her and her smile turned slightly more sultry.

"Yes sir," she said, snapping immediately into submissive mode.

Good girl.

I let my hands start at her ankles and trail lightly up the sides of her legs, stroking her calves before reaching to her waist to untie her wrap over dress. I pulled it out from beneath her as soon as she had pulled her arms through it and feasted on the sight of my wife lying completely submissive on her back, waiting for me to do as I pleased with her.

She was wearing navy blue satin, with flesh toned stockings held in place by taut suspenders and a navy blue garter. She wore underwear like that pretty much everyday, but I couldn't say I was getting fed up with it by any manner of means.

I let my hand stroke up her legs slowly, pulling the garter down carefully with my teeth, then snapping of the suspenders one by one and kissing my way down her legs as I unrolled them.

She let out a low moan as I finished with the second one and I smiled as I reached round to remove the suspender belt al together.

I could feel the need for release coming off her at one hundred miles an hour. But not yet, she would have to hold for a bit. Tonight I was completely in control.

I kissed the insides of her thighs, but didn't touch the area where she wanted me most, instead passing by it to kiss her stomach.

She groaned and bucked her hips up.

"So eager. But you will not have release until I permit it, do you understand?"

"Yes, master."

It made me even harder to hear her call me that than I already was from the sight of her and the smell of her arousal.

"Good."

I ran my finger lightly over her navy stain, and could feel the wetness soaking through, even though I was purposely stroking her very, very lightly through the fabric, enough to tease her, but not enough that she could get any release from it.

She wriggled against my touch, trying to take my finger more into her, harder, stronger.

But no, not yet.

I continued to trail my finger lightly over her wet crotch as I kissed my way up to her bra.

He continued to writhe against my finger on the bed so I paused and lifted her hip over a bit, bringing my hand down on her backside to give her a good smack before letting her hips fall back down on the bed.

"You will lie completely still, or I will tie you up."

"Sorry sir."

She needed release soon. Soon. But not yet. She wouldn't get it yet. And it would be earth shattering when she did get it.

Her bra was one of those strapless ones with a front clasp so I pulled it easily off her, exposing her breast and her hardened nipples to the elements.

I kissed all round her right breast, never touching the peak of them, and then repeated the same treatment on her left. She arched her back and bucked her hips wildly. I was driving her insane. But I would stop and punish her for disobeying me. And she knew it.

"Alice, I've warned you. I won't do it again. You will be punished it you don't behave and do as I tell you."

She merely moaned in response. I took her right breast entirely into my mouth, sucking on it and rolling my tongue over it in long, firm licks.

And then I pulled back because I felt it ripple through her. I pulled her over so that she lay on her stomach with one hand and brought the other down on her backside.

"Alice" SMACK, "Whitlock, Did" SMACK "I" SMACK "give" SMACK "you" SMACK "permission" SMACK "to" SMACK "orgasm?" SMACK SMACK.

I rolled her back over and looked into her eyes.

"No master," she whispered, her eyes looking sideways, refusing to meet mine.

"Totally unacceptable. You will not get another release tonight unless you do very well with your punishment. Remove your underwear and bend over the edge of the bed."

I rolled off the bed and strode over to my desk. It was a huge desk, which was useful for having Alice draped over it. I went into the drawer and found out what I was looking for.

Lube and a butt plug. Though perhaps she shouldn't get lube, since she had just orgasmed without my permission. I turned to look over at my wife bent obediently over the bed.

I loved her.

Damn it, lube then.

I couldn't force her to go through it without the lube.

I walked over to stand behind her, covering my fingers in lube and working them into her, letting her feel what was happening at her back entrance before removing them and sliding in the plug.

She moaned as I pushed it in, but I kept going, making sure it was all the way in.

"Get used to it baby, you're keeping that in for the next 48 hours, even if we have to go to school tomorrow."

I brought my hand down to slap her ass (it was a rather beautiful ass) before returning to my desk.

"Get on your knees and crawl over here," I ordered, sitting myself down in the chair and watching her as she obeyed.

God she was gorgeous.

"Clasp your hands behind your back and keep them there, I will use handcuffs if necessary," I ordered her, pulling the handcuffs out of the desk drawer so that she could see I was serious.

She lowered her eyes an clasped her hands behind her back, the perfect picture of obedience.

"Now use your mouth to please me," I said, opening my legs so that she could crawl in between them.

She pulled my jeans open with her teeth and let me spring free, taking me entirely in her hot, wet mouth.

Fuck, she was good. She sucked with the perfect mount of suction, she tongued with the perfect amount of tongue.

I guess I had taught her well.

Either that or some other guy had at the clinic she had been shoved into as a human. It made me furious to think of what could have happened to her in there. It was part of the reason I was so thorough in taking care of her, I supposed. She would know that I would never hurt her. Sure, I'd spank her when she needed it. And I could play rough in the bedroom when it was called for. But I wouldn't hurt her.

I shot off into her mouth and she swallowed all of it, her eyes looking up at me as she did so. God her eyes were huge, so innocent and doe eyed. There was something about having such an innocent pair or eyes look up at you whilst swallowing… And then she removed her mouth from round me and her satisfied smirk coupled with her innocent eyes to give the most naughtily angelic face on the planet.

"Well done, darlin'," I drawled at her, "Hop up on the chair and I'll repay you." I stood up, letting her take my place, as I reach don and pushed her legs apart. God she was wet.

"You're so wet you're dripping on my chair, Mrs Whitlock." I loved to call her that. I couldn't any other time really.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of her and began to lick her slowly and firmly with my tongue. She bucked under me. I smiled. She wasn't getting release yet. This was only a taster.

I licked her more, until she couldn't hold still as I flicked my tongue against her clit, blowing lightly on her.

"Alice I don't think I gave you permission to move yet. Get up and bend over the end of the desk."

She did it without arguing. I came up behind her and placed my finger in her cunt, finding her clit and resting against it.

"So, darlin', you want to wriggle about, wriggle about so that my finger plays with your clit how you like it."

She moaned but started to move herself, grinding down and rubbing against my finger, circling it with her hips.

It was amazing to watch. And it let me know more about how she liked her clit to be touched, how I could make her orgasm without penetrating her. There was always something more to learn about women, always something else that you could add to the experience to make it better for them.

I smiled as she eventually got her orgasm and collapsed against me, her juices flowing out and landing, sticky and salty, on my arm from where it was locked under her.

I smiled as I listened to her heavy panting.

Yes, there was always something more to learn about women.