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Warning: Just as a reminder, this story does contain non-sexual spanking, so if you don't like don't read

A/N: This chapter ended up taking on a life of its own. It was meant to include the 2nd spanking originally, but then Bella didn't agree with that, so this is what took place. Hope you enjoy and once again a HUGE THANKS to all my reviewers! YOU ALL ROCK MY WORLD!

Chapter 11: Anticipation Sucks

I woke up Sunday morning to once more find myself with fistfuls of my father's shirt. However, due to previous experience, I knew to slowly let go before pushing myself up gingerly to look him in the face.

"Good morning Bella", he greeted me with amusement in his eyes and a smile.

"Mornin' Dad", I greeted him while stifling a yawn.

"Why don't I go make you some breakfast while you get ready" he told me while pulling himself and me out of the bed. I was grateful because he assured I would not have to put any part of my sore bottom on the bed.

I nodded and asked if he could make me some chocolate chip pancakes.

He smiled that wonderful smile of his and told me it would be no problem before walking out the door.

Smiling to myself I made my way into the adjoined bathroom and grimaced at my reflection. My hair was an absolute rat's nest and I was still in yesterday's clothes, having fallen asleep during the middle portion of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was probably a good thing since I always end up crying when Cedric Diggory gets killed, I thought embarrassed.

After brushing my teeth and taking a warm shower, I finally examined my poor backside. Judging myself by how much it still hurt, I expected it to be bright red, but it was only a very light pink. That won't last for long, I thought ruefully. I then quickly threw on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt before wrapping my hair in a ponytail and carefully walking downstairs.

When I walked into the kitchen I found Carlisle setting me a plate on the kitchen counter instead of the table. I blushed, but felt grateful all the same. Sitting down was not a good idea at this moment in time.

Taking a bite of warm chocolate-chip pancake, I smiled and looked up at Carlisle nodding my head to show I was pleased as I chewed. He beamed in satisfaction and sat down to read a newspaper, so as to not tempt himself to stare at me as I ate. I briefly noticed that he had changed his outfit from yesterday. He was now in dark blue jeans and a white button-up, long-sleeved shirt that he had rolled up to his elbows. I then laughed out loud when I saw the shoes he was wearing. Converse, I thought amused. That had to be Alice's doing.

Carlisle looked up at me curiously when I laughed but I just took another bite of heavenly goodness and shook my head at him. He continued to stare at me for a few more seconds before rolling his eyes good naturedly and returning to his paper.

Once I finished, I took my plate to the sink and began to wash the dishes.

"Let me do it Bella", Carlisle urged.

"No way", I said. "You cooked the meal, so I wash the dishes. It's the least I could do since you didn't even eat any of the food", I told him stubbornly.

He just shook his head, chuckling before acquiescing. "Very well Bella, but at least let me dry."

I gave a long suffering sigh causing him to chuckle once more before nodding my head at him.

Once the dishes were finished I turned to Carlisle to ask him the plans for the day. But before I could open my mouth, the house phone rang. "Excuse me for one moment Bella", he told me before walking at a human pace towards the phone. I followed, curious as to who would be calling. I knew it wasn't any of the other Cullens since they would have just called his cell.

"Hello, this is Dr. Cullen speaking", he greeted after picking up the phone.

I watched him frown at what was being said to him. "Are you certain?" he responded concernedly.

He then began to nod his head and interject with a "Yes" every once in a while before finishing with, "Of course, I'll head over at once", before hanging up.

"You're leaving?" I asked.

Carlisle looked at me before sighing. "I'm sorry Bella, but there is an emergency at the hospital that I need to take care of. I promise I will not be gone long. I should be back by 2:00 at the latest", he assured me.

I nodded unsure of what my feelings were on this matter. "I understand", I told him. "Go, I can take care of myself just fine", I said to reassure him.

He frowned softly, staring at me intently before responding slowly. "Bella, I do not want you to leave this house while I am away", he ordered seriously.

I frowned and crossed my arms. "I wasn't planning to", I told him defensively.

He held up his arms in a placating manner and responded, "I never said you were sweetheart. Thank you for understanding."

I nodded my head at him watching as he disappeared and reappeared with his medical bag and jacket in hand. He walked towards me and kissed me on the head before saying goodbye.

"Goodbye", I replied watching him get into his black Mercedes before peeling out of the driveway.

Well, what am I going to do now, I thought? After pondering for a bit I decided that reading Wuthering Heights for the umpteenth time sounded like the best idea. Running up to mine and Edward's room, only managing to trip twice, I pulled the book off the shelf and laid face down on the bed.

After an hour of having read only a dozen pages, I gave up reading as a lost cause. I was too distracted and nervous. Although it wouldn't happen until tonight, butterflies were already rapidly moving about in my stomach at the thought of my impending punishment. Yesterdays had been horrible. I knew that a spanking was supposed to hurt, but not that much. And I was still hurting today! And it was so embarrassing! I still can't believe he did it on the bare!

I winced and buried my head in my hands. Truth be told, I was terrified. I did not want to experience another spanking for the rest of my life, let alone tonight. What terrified me even more was knowing that it was going to hurt worse than yesterdays, if that were even possible.

There had to be a way to get out of this, I thought desperately. I briefly thought about pleading with Carlisle, but then shook my head. No amount of pleading will get him to change his mind. I'll probably only piss him off and I really don't want him upset right before he's about to lay into me.

I blew out a sigh in frustration. I need to find something to occupy my mind right now before I start seriously panicking and do something stupid.

I headed downstairs thinking some mindless television would be a good way to occupy myself. However, I quickly found that there was nothing of interest on, so I popped in Halloween, thinking a mindless horror movie would keep me glued to my seat. It worked perfectly, and by the time it was over I noticed it was already noon and that it would be a good time to make myself some grub.

Thinking that by dinner time I wouldn't be hungry, I decided to make myself a hearty meal of spaghetti and meatballs. After eating as much as I could and cleaning up, I was heading to pick out another movie when my cell phone began to ring. Picking it up, I noticed that it was Carlisle calling me.

"Hi Dad," I greeted.

"Hello Bella", he greeted me happily. "What have you been up to?" he asked curiously.

I informed him of my mindless exploits and then ended with a captivating tale of why spaghetti is the best meal ever.

I heard him chuckle softly before responding amusedly, "I'll have to take your word for it sweetie. By the way, I'll be home in about half an hour. I just have to finish some paperwork first."

"Oh, OK", I responded dumbly. "No rush", I continued, wincing, "take all the time you need". I hope my voice did not sound as hysterical as I think it just did.

There was a brief pause in which I held my breath before Carlisle said in an odd tone, "I'll see you very soon Bella" before hanging up. Was it my imagination or did he emphasize the very?

I hung up my phone and swallowed the lump in my throat. My stomach immediately began to curl in on itself threatening to cause me to upchuck my scrumptious spaghetti. I glanced at the clock. It read 1:07, meaning Carlisle would be home by 1:45 at the latest.

Once again my treacherous thoughts turned to my impending punishment. "Noooo", I moaned out loud. I did not want to do this. I shouldn't have to do this; it's not fair! I've already been spanked once and I have to write that ridiculous apology letter to Lauren! Isn't that enough punishment?

So what if I lied? I mean, I know I shouldn't do it, but isn't a spanking a bit excessive? Why can't he just accept my apology and be done with it? I mean, I really, really am sorry I worried him, but this is going too far!

The more I thought along these lines the more my panic and anger increased until a rash decision came to me. I have to get out of here!, I thought panicked. Maybe if I leave for a bit, he will calm down and reconsider my punishment. I knew it was a desperate thought, but I didn't really care at the time.

I began to head for the door when I realized I had no idea where I wanted to go or how I was going to get there. My car was at home, and I was not about to take one of the Cullen vehicles. I thought about heading into the woods, but then figured Carlisle would be able to easily catch my scent and find me. I briefly considered my options until I came to the conclusion that I would take Edward's Volvo. I knew Edward wouldn't mind, so it wasn't like I was stealing. I'd bring it back in perfect condition, I consoled myself.

Not giving myself time to lose my nerve, I quickly grabbed the Volvo keys and headed towards the garage. I had no idea where I was going, but anywhere but Forks sounded like a good idea. In fact, maybe it would be a good time to visit Jake, I thought nervously.

Just as I entered the garage though, my thoughts came to a crashing halt and I froze. There, looking as furious as ever was my father. He was leaning against the Volvo with his arms crossed, glaring daggers at me with his rapidly darkening eyes. His hair was windswept informing me that he had probably run here right after our conversation.

"Going somewhere Bella?" he asked in a menacing tone sending chills down my spine.

My heart immediately began to beat wildly and I swallowed the rising bile in my throat. My mind was still frozen so all I could do was stare with wide eyes as he began to speak once more.

"Your tone at the end of our conversation, unnerved me Bella. I could tell you were panicking, but thought there was nothing I could say at the moment to calm you. The longer I thought, the more I began to get the feeling that you might do something rash, like running away", he told me in a light tone with barely a hint of anger.

I continued to watch him as he began to pace, before once more looking at me.

"However, I fought the feeling believing that you would never consider running; believing that you respected me enough to listen to my rules of not leaving this house; believing that you were mature enough and repentant enough to accept your punishment", he continued, his voice getting quieter and quieter and angrier and angrier with each passing word.

As he began to slowly walk towards me, I tried to move my leg, but found it still frozen to the floor.

"As much as I wanted to believe you would do as you were told, I could not shake the feeling so I ran home, only to find you running towards the garage with Edward's keys in your hand. Give them to me", he ordered, holding out his hand.

I quickly deposited the keys into his hands, which he placed into his pocket.

"Look at me", he ordered.

I stubbornly stared at my feet. I couldn't bear the thought of looking into his face. I wouldn't be able to stand the sight of his anger or disappointment.

I heard a low growl before he repeated once more, "Look. At. Me. Now!" he finished loudly.

I quickly looked up and immediately wished I hadn't. I had never seen him so furious. I thought I'd seen him mad before, but those times were nothing compared to right now. Right now I was definitely getting a glimpse at how scary Carlisle could really be. Gone was my compassionate father. In his place was a vampire with barely controlled rage. It seemed my latest stunt had rid him of whatever patience he had left.

Tears started to run down my cheeks as shame welled up inside me. It seemed I wasn't capable of doing anything right. In my attempt at running from my punishment, I had deliberately disobeyed my father by planning on leaving when he told me not to. From what he had said, he considered my disobedience as a serious form of disrespect. My running showed that I didn't respect his authority over me, along with an inability to maturely accept the consequences for my actions.

My father continued to glare menacingly at me before taking a step back and closing his eyes. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he grabbed my right arm with his left and pulled me inside the house. He dragged me into the family room and placed my nose in one of the corners before letting go. When I looked back confusedly, he snarled loudly and turned my head so it was facing the corner once more.

"Isabella Marie you will face that corner without making a noise until I tell you otherwise. If you even think about disobeying me once more your spanking will not only be longer, but it will be administered with my belt, am I clear?" he asked menacingly.

My shoulders wracking with suppressed sobs, I quickly nodded my head, choking out a "Y-Yes sir!"

Carlisle's POV:

I left my shaking daughter and quickly walked into the kitchen. I placed my hands on the counters and took in deep breaths. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

I heard a crack and realized that I had gripped the countertop too tightly, breaking one of the corners off. Growling, I began to pace the length of the kitchen fighting the urge to go whip some sense into my daughter.

I was furious! I was furious with my daughter for attempting to run away from her punishment. I would now have to punish her more harshly for being so foolish. I had warned her that running would only result in more punishment. I can't believe she even thought of running! And she deliberately disobeyed me by trying to leave the house when I specifically told her not to! What was she planning on doing? Where was she going to go? This was obviously another poorly thought out plan.

I broke off a piece of a chair as I gripped it trying to control my anger. I had just spanked her for being reckless, and here she was doing it again! What am I going to do with her? What would it take to get her to think things through?

Arrgghh! What I really needed was to hunt. I needed to release some of this tension so I could think more clearly, but I refused to leave Bella alone.

As I was considering calling Esme, I heard the front door open and close. Rushing into the living room to make sure Bella wasn't once again trying to run, I noticed she was still in her corner. Looking towards the door, my eyes widened slightly when I spotted my wife.

"Esme…" I moaned too quietly for human ears. She quickly looked me over before glancing at our daughter who had once more frozen in shock. She looked at me questioningly before I shook my head slightly and motioned for her to follow me to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen I could not stop myself from sweeping my beautiful wife into my arms and burying my head into her hair. She hugged me back briefly before pulling apart, causing me to groan. "What happened Carlisle? Alice just told me I needed to go home right away, but didn't tell me why." she asked concernedly.

I sank into a chair before regaling her with our daughter's latest exploits and my own dilemma on how to address it.

"I placed her in the corner because I was afraid if she started speaking with me, I would lose my temper", I told her guiltily. "I cannot think clearly, I am so upset" I continued rubbing a hand over my face.

My darling wife quickly grabbed my hand and ran one of hers through my hair. I moaned softly at her calming touch.

"Carlisle", she said, leaning down to look into my face, "allow me to talk with her, while you go hunt. I will deal with her running away".

I looked up at my wife whose eyes were gleaming in determination. "Thank you, love", I replied before pulling her into a kiss. "However, I will deal with her running away as I do with any of our other children."

Esme looked at me and said, "I am still going to address that topic with her though, along with her serious lack of respect towards you."

After seeing that I could not change her mind, I conceded and gracefully accepted the time she was giving me to hunt. "I will be no more than an hour", I told her, adding another kiss to her cheek before walking into the living room.

I stared at my fidgeting daughter's back before sternly stating, "Isabella, I am going for a short hunt. Your mother is here and she wishes to speak with you. When I get back, I hope to hear that you have been nothing more than respectful and obedient with her. God help you if you disobey me once more." And with those parting words, I nodded towards my wife before running out the front door.

A/N: Yeah, I know, probably out of character for both of them, but I just couldn't let the idea go. This chapter was way fun to write and I hope you enjoyed it. Please review and let me know what you think! Also, if you guys have any ideas about future stories, please let me know and I'll see what I can do.