So it has been forever and I know I promised a specific order of chapters but all of my documents are lost on my old broken computer so I'm just starting from where I want to start and this is what popped into my mind.
TBH this is kinda bad, but I decided to post it so you guys didn't think I had died or something.
Emmett POV
I laid on one of the couches in the game room as Garrett took his turn playing Mario Kart. Mom, Dad, Edward, Rosalie, Alice, Jasper, Tanya, Kate, and Irina were ALL in New York City for a few days, Christmas shopping. Garrett and I were the only two that had opted out of going and Uncle Eleazar and Aunt Carmen were planning on us taking a day to run to Seattle to do our shopping. Uncle Eleazar had to stay in Alaska to get things straightened out for when he started work with Dad at the hospital, and Aunt Carmen had decided to stay behind with him. Garrett and I didn't want to be dragged around by all the girls shopping, so we had asked to stay behind. It had been a quiet few days, and there was still four days left until everyone got back, and exactly six days until Christmas.
"Hey Emmett, want to go do something fun?" My cousin asked me as I tossed a football up in the air, over and over again, catching it.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked him.
"I would rather not say it too loud but it involves us going out into the woods. I'll explain when we get there." Garrett told me.
"Alright, I'm in." I shrugged. Garrett usually had good ideas that would wind up being fun so I figured, why not.
"Come on." He told me.
"Hey Boys." Aunt Carmen greeted us from where she sat with Uncle Eleazar on the sofa. He was flipping through a huge stack of paperwork.
"Whatcha doing?" Garrett asked his parents.
"Well Dad's filling out all these forms for the hospital, and I'm keeping him company." Aunt Carmen told us. "What did you two come down for?"
"Well, I'm thirsty so I was hoping Em and I could go for a quick hunt." Garrett lied easily. I didn't know for sure what we were doing, but I doubted it was hunting.
"Sure, just don't go too far." Uncle Eleazar told us, barely even looking up from the paper he was currently filling out.
"We'll be back soon!" Garrett called as he ran off, me close on his heels.
As soon as we were out of earshot and eyesight, Garrett slowed to a walk, and I followed suit. "I'm just assuming we aren't going hunting?" I asked.
"Nope." Garrett popped his P loudly. "We are doing something much more fun."
"They can't hear us; you could just tell me." I offered.
Garrett responded by tossing me a lighter from his back pocket. "There's an old abandoned shed way out in the forest. I thought we could light it up."
"Is that legal?" I asked.
"Who cares." Garrett shrugged. "We aren't going to get caught. If for some reason cops show up, we can run faster than they could ever dream of driving, and we can make sure they don't see who we are."
"Alright, sounds fun." I agreed.
"Follow me." Garrett laughed as he took off running.
I quickly took off following him, and soon enough, we were in a very isolated part of the forest standing by an old, run-down, ancient shed. It might have been somewhere where someone slept or something, but it didn't smell like humans at all.
"So, how are we doing this?" I asked Garrett who smirked as he pulled something out of his other back pocket and tossed it to me. "A flask? Really?"
"It's got straight alcohol in it, it should get the fire started pretty well but since it's wet outside, we should find some dry stuff to throw on the fire to make it bigger." Garrett told me.
"We could just use our shirts, drench them with the alcohol and catch those on fire?" I offered.
"Right, Mom and Dad wouldn't notice us missing shirts?" Garrett asked.
"Good point." I sighed. "Hmm, well I never really liked this scarf." I told him as I pulled my least favorite scarf from my neck."
"That'll do." Garrett agreed.
We soaked the scarf in the alcohol and went inside the shed. We quickly turned our lighters on and threw them at the scarf which instantly went in flames, catching the floorboards on fire.
"We should get out of here." I told Garrett as the flames got bigger.
"Dude." Garrett's eyes were wide.
I looked around us to notice what he was saying. The walls were all up in flames. There wasn't really a good exit to take. "Shit." I mumbled.
"What do we do?" Garrett asked, panic filled his voice.
"Uh, climb!" I yelled over the flames, looking up at the ceiling.
Garrett and I literally jumped as high as we good, holding onto the rafters of the ceiling. Garrett and I used everything we had to kick in the ceiling to make holes big enough to fit through, and quickly threw ourselves from the burning building.
"Emmett your leg!" Garrett exclaimed.
I looked down and noticed that my left leg was literally on fire.
"Put it down in the snow!" Garrett told me as he pushed me down.
I did as he said, looking at the snow putting the fire out and then at my jeans burnt literally to my skin. This wasn't good. We were busted.
"How are we going to hide this?" I frowned.
"Does it hurt?" Garrett asked me.
"A little?" I asked. "I mean not as bad as you would think."
Being burnt was supposed to hurt, I didn't understand why I didn't feel anything. I could literally see that my leg was burnt but it wasn't hurting.
"Shit, we should get you home. Dad needs to look at it. Umm, any idea for a good story?" He asked me frantically.
"We saw the thing burning and wanted to make sure no one was getting hurt?" I offered.
"I guess it's better than nothing." Garrett sighed as he offered me his hand.
I let him pull me to my feet and winced at the pain it caused to put pressure on my leg. "Shit."
"Alright Dude, let's get you home." He sighed as he put an arm under my arms to help support my weight so it didn't hurt to walk.
"We're dead." I sighed as we kept walking.
Eleazar POV
"The boys have been gone for a while, I wonder where they went to hunt." My wife told me as I finished signing the very last piece of paperwork.
"According to Carlisle, Emmett likes to go hunt bears in hibernation." I chuckled, shaking my head at my nephew's antics. "They're probably doing that."
"You would think, with his history with bears, Emmett wouldn't want to hunt bears." My wife laughed. "I guess it's for revenge more than anything."
"It's been weird just having the two of them instead of our normal group." I told her as I pecked her cheek quickly.
"I agree." She laughed. "Four vampires in a house is a far stretch from thirteen."
"Dad!" I heard Garrett call from outside in a worried, frantic tone.
"Well that didn't sound too good." I sighed before quickly getting up and running outside.
My son was supporting my nephew's weight and my nephew had a pained expression on his face. I glanced over them, noticing Emmett's jeans on the left were burnt, at some points, into his skin. Fire was one of the things that could hurt us, but what were the boys doing around a fire? Usually, if a vampire came in contact with a fire, they ran away. Why hadn't Emmett done the same thing? What had those boys been up to?
"What happened?" I asked as I reached them.
"We…saw a fire and wanted to make sure no one was hurt." Garrett told me.
His lie was so obvious it almost hurt. He was hiding something, and I would've confronted him at this very moment if it wasn't for my nephew's leg.
"Let's get you inside Emmett." I told him as I swooped him in my arms.
How was it always this kid that lost a limb or got hurt? He played tough, but a burn wasn't a result of roughhousing, or I hoped it wasn't.
"What happened?" My wife asked my son as I carried Emmett to the couch.
"We just…it's a long story." My son sighed as I put Emmett down.
"You alright Bud?" I asked my nephew.
He was usually so loud, but he had been silent since they had gotten back. I knew he was in pain, but instead of crying out, he just remained silent.
"It hurts." He admitted.
"It's alright Baby, you're going to be okay." Carmen comforted him as she kissed his forehead.
"I want Mom." Emmett finally admitted.
"I know Bud, but we need to fix this up as soon as possible. Let's take a look at it and see how bad it is, we'll call your parents, and then I'll fix it as best I can." I promised.
"Okay." He sighed.
I gently ripped his pants a little more so I could have a better look at the burn. His jeans were quite literally burnt into his skin, which I wasn't aware could happen to vampires, but fire could injure us, which meant it could burn us. He would've had to have been around it for a while to get this burnt though. I would to first, get his jeans and any debris out of the burn, and then clean it, and put a mixture of venom and alcohol on it. He would be fine by morning, but this was going to hurt him and I was going to hate doing it to him.
"How did you say this happened?" I asked the boys as I looked over the burn again.
I didn't get an answer this time, which confirmed that what Garrett had said earlier was a lie, but I wouldn't pressure them yet. I needed to take care of the injury first, and deal with the cause later.
"Garrett, why don't you go get your father's bag?" My wife asked our son.
"Okay." He agreed.
"I'm going to give your parents a call, alright?" I told Emmett who nodded and accepted my wife's hug, resting his head on her shoulder.
I quickly dialed Carlisle's number, and braced myself to tell him that his child had been hurt fairly severely on my watch.
"Eleazar, how are things going? We just finished up taking the kids to Rockefeller Center to ice skate." Carlisle told me.
I could hear a lot of laughing in the background and hated that I was about to ruin the fun day they were probably having.
"Carlisle, there's been a little bit of an accident." I sighed.
"An accident?" He asked me, a frown evident in his voice.
"I'm not sure what happened yet, but I do know the boys said they were going out to hunt, and when they returned, Emmett had quite the burn on his leg." I told him.
"A burn?" Carlisle asked, confused.
"Yes, I don't know how it happened, Garrett gave me some pathetic explanation, but they haven't told me what happened yet. I'm going to have to debris the burn, but he'll be alright by morning. It's going to hurt him, I'm fairly certain, and he really wants Esme but Carmen seems to have him pretty calm right now." I told him.
"Do you think we should come back early?" Carlisle asked me.
"I think he'll be okay. Let me take care of the burn and we'll go from there. I'll let you know how that goes." I told him.
"Please keep me posted." He sighed.
"Will do." I promised.
I hung up the phone and headed back to the family room, kneeling by Emmett's leg. "It's going to hurt, isn't it?" My nephew mumbled seeing as his face was still buried on my wife's shoulder.
"Yes." I sighed as I gently ran a hand through his messy hair. "I'm sorry Bud, but I'll do it as quick and pain free as possible."
"Okay." He whimpered.
"I'm going to go ahead and get started alright?" I told him. He nodded but didn't look too sure about it. "Carmen, I want you to move so Emmett is sitting in your lap, so you can put an arm over his chest so he stays still. Garrett, go in the other room. You don't want to see Emmett in pain." I sighed.
My wife and son did as I said as I pulled out all the supplies I would need and completely cut the jeans from his knee down on the left side to try and have as little in the way as possible. Without giving Emmett much time to think, as soon as I was sure my wife had a good grip on him, I began cleaning his burn and getting the debris out.
"STOP!" He sobbed as he tried to yank his leg away from me.
"I'm so sorry Bud." I sighed as I continued.
After a good half hour, his leg was finally bandaged up and cleaned and he was as exhausted as a vampire could be. "Garrett!" My wife called.
My son nervously came back in the room and looked over his cousin still whimpering into my wife's chest, fists clinched tightly to her blouse.
"We'll discuss how this happened tomorrow once Emmett is feeling better, but I think it's time for quiet time." I told the boys.
"But it's early." Garrett frowned.
"Garrett." I cautioned.
He nodded and left the room without another word. I lifted my nephew from my wife's arms and began carrying him up to his room, Carmen close behind me. Once we reached Emmett's room, Carmen helped him into some pajama pants and then had him curled up in his bed, still in a good amount of pain, and not looking like he was happy to not be curled into someone's arms.
"Want me to stay with you tonight?" Carmen offered.
My nephew nodded and seemed relieved as my wife got into his bed with him, letting him cuddle into her, and closing his eyes. It almost looked like he was sleeping, and I wished he could sleep, to make all of this pass by quicker, but he couldn't, so I just watched my wife comforting our nephew for a few moments before leaving.
I texted Carlisle back and forth about Emmett and the burn for about an hour before having some quiet time myself. I may not be able to sleep, but laying down with my eyes closed was a very, very relaxing thing.
After about ten hours of quiet time, longer than I think we had ever done, Emmett was laughing and back to his old self, Garrett and he were already chasing each other around the house, and my wife and I were about to have to play detective to figure out what had happened the previous night to injure Emmett.
"We need to deal with the boys at some point." I told my wife softly.
"I wish we could just pretend it didn't happen. Emmett was hurting for so long." My wife sighed. "We can't just pretend like Garrett's story was true, can we?"
"If it were something minor, but they were more than likely messing with fire. That is one of the few things that have the potential to kill them." I sighed.
"Well, let's see if we can get the truth today." My wife exhaled a deep breath. "BOYS!" She called loudly, no sign of anger in her tone though.
"What is it?" Garrett asked as both boys bounded into the room.
"Sit down you two, we need to talk." I told them.
Both boys sat on the sofa across from us and instantly began looking nervous. So there was something to hid then?
"What do we need to talk about Uncle El?" Emmett asked me nervously.
"How did you burn your leg Emmett?" I asked my nephew.
My son and nephew looked at each other, then back at us, then back at each other, like they were trying to come up with something to say.
"Do not lie to us." Carmen warned. "One of you needs to tell us how Emmett burned his leg. How it really happened, not what you lied about happening."
"So, what really happened last night?" I asked.
No answer still. Dead silence.
"Let's do this differently, did you two go hunting, yes or no?" My wife asked the boys.
"No." They both mumbled together.
So they had planned to do whatever they did. The hunting was a cover-up. They had already broken the no lying rule…twice.
"Did you two just randomly stumble on a fire?" I asked them, continuing the way my wife had with the yes or no questions.
"No." They both told me.
"Did you two accidentally start a fire?" My wife asked.
"No." They both sighed.
"Did you two both intentionally start a fire?" My wife continued.
Silence again. No yes, no no, just silence. That probably meant they did indeed intentionally start a fire, but why? Why would they do that?
"Yes or no, did you two start a fire?" I asked them, repeating Carmen's question.
"Yes." They both whispered, neither making eye contact.
I was shocked by this. Emmett and Garrett were troublemakers but intentionally starting a fire? It seemed extreme for them.
"So how did Emmett's leg get burned?" I asked.
"Now that we know why the fire was there, there is no reason to not tell us." My wife told them firmly.
"Well, we um…we accidentally set the exits to the shed on fire so we had to climb out." Emmett mumbled.
"His leg got caught. We didn't even notice it until we were out." Garrett finished.
"How did you two start this fire?" My wife asked.
"We soaked Emmett's scarf in alcohol and threw it on the ground." Garrett told us, finding his shoes very interesting at the moment.
"Alcohol?" I asked them.
"It was in a flask." Emmett shrugged.
"It was some old vodka from the cellar. I mean you don't drink so I didn't think you would miss it." Garrett told me.
"Let me get this straight." I sighed. "First, you two stole from the cellar."
"Emmett didn't, that was me." Garrett interrupted.
"Okay, so first, you, Garrett, stole from me. Not only did you steal from me, but you stole something that you legally are not allowed to have on your person due to your age. Then you two planned out going to intentionally set a fire." I told them with a sigh.
"No, that was more my plan. I just told Emmett we would have fun and I would tell him what we were doing once we were out of hearing range." My son interrupted me again.
"Okay, so you Garrett, were the mastermind, but you Emmett, knowingly went along with something you both knew was wrong?" I asked.
"Yes sir." They both mumbled together.
"So after this plan, you went way out in the woods and started a fire. Not only did you intentionally do something illegal, you set a fire somewhere it could easily spread. Did you realize what you did was arson? Fire is one of the few things that can kill us. You could've been much more injured or even dead. This is serious." I lectured.
"And on top of all of that, you two lied to us about how Emmett's leg was injured." Carmen sighed. "What has gotten into the two of you?"
"Sorry Dad." Garrett mumbled.
"Sorry Uncle Eleazar." Emmett agreed.
"Garret, go up to your room and wait on me, Emmett, go to your room as well. I'm going to call your father and see what he wants me to do about this concerning you." I told the boys.
"But Dad, it really was an accident that Emmett got hurt." Garrett whined.
He knew what was coming, and he hated, and I mean HATED being punished. This, seeing as it was the greatest and most dangerous offense he had ever committed, would probably be one of the harshest punishments I had dished out on him. He seemed well aware of this.
"Now Garrett." I told him, pointing in the general direction of the stairs.
Both boys walked out of the room, remaining completely silent. I looked to my wife and shook my head. I hated punishing any of my kids and the fact that Carlisle might want me to punish one of his too had me dreading the evening.
"It'll be alright Sweetheart." My wife told me as she squeezed my hand. "The boys did something completely reckless and dangerous. You'll be right in punishing them."
"Carlisle is going to be furious with Emmett. You know his biggest rule with his kids; Don't put yourselves in danger." I sighed.
"I'm sure Alice has seen at least part of this, which means Edward has too. He's probably expecting your call." She told me as she stood up. "I'm going to go out for a hung. Text me when they're dealt with."
My wife never liked being around if one of the kids were being punished. She would usually take whichever of the kids weren't in trouble and they would go hunting, leaving me to deal with the troublemakers.
"Will you try and find whatever structure they destroyed? Make sure it wasn't inhabited and that no one is left without a place to sleep because of them?" I asked.
"Of course." She agreed.
Once my wife was gone, I pulled out my phone and slowly dialed Carlisle's phone number.
"Eleazar. Alice told me you would be calling soon." He greeted.
"Did she tell you why?" I asked.
"No, but I was assuming it has something to do with the injury Emmett sustained last night." He told me with an audible sigh.
"It does." I agreed before going into a detailed account of what the boys had confessed to doing. "So, I wanted to know what you want me to do about Emmett. I mean obviously Garrett is getting his tail lit up but I wasn't sure if you wanted to handle Emmett or if you wanted me to handle him."
"Well, I think it would be unfair for Garrett to be punished tonight, and for Emmett to be able to wait." He told me. "Unless he is still injured. Is his leg fully healed yet?"
"He and Garrett have been running around. He's fine." I told him.
"Then punish Emmett however you punish Garrett. Don't go easy on him just because he's your nephew." Carlisle told me. "Now, I did make Emmett a promise before I left that if you or Carmen had to punish him, I would punish him as well once I got home."
"Well, if you punish Emmett again when you get home, I'll punish Garrett. Garrett was the mastermind anyway; he probably deserves two." I told him.
Carlisle and I spoke for a few more moments before I decided I had kept the boys waiting long enough, said goodbye to my surrogate brother, and headed upstairs, to Garrett's room first.
"Garrett, my office please." I told him before making my way to Emmett's.
"Uncle Eleazar, I really am sorry." He greeted me as I pushed his door open.
"I know Pal, but you and Garrett are still going to be punished. Your father wants me to deal with you today." I told him. "Come with me."
Emmett followed me to my office, where Garrett was already waiting, sitting on the sofa, bouncing his legs nervously as he stared at his feet. Emmett went to join his cousin so I pulled my desk chair so I was sitting right in front of them.
"First, I want you two to know that you two are being punished today, but there will be a second one for each of you. Emmett, I believe your father told you if you got in trouble while he was gone, he would punish you as well?" I asked, earning a nod. "And Garrett, since you were the mastermind in this plan, it would be unfair for Emmett to receive two punishments, and you to only receive one, so you will get a second punishment from me when your uncle returns. I think we've delayed this long enough. Do either of you want to volunteer to go first?"
"I will." Emmett mumbled nervously. He probably just wanted to get it over with.
"Garrett, go stand in the corner and face the wall until it is your turn." I told my son who quickly stood and did as I said. "Emmett, come here."
My nephew very slowly walked towards me, standing right beside me as I studied him. He was so nervous about all of this. I didn't know how I was going to go through with it. Emmett looked like an adorable toddler with his lip stuck out instead of a twelve-year-old.
"The punishment you are receiving from me today is for the lying and disobeying. I'll let your father handle the endangering your life part." I told him as I gently reached for his jeans.
This was a way that I would still punish both boys equally, but I wouldn't have to take my belt to Emmett like I planned on doing to Garrett for his second punishment. My fingers quickly unbuttoned Emmett's jeans, and I pulled them down to his knees before pulling the child over my knees. I held a gentle hand on his back, allowing him a moment to calm down, before pulling my other arm up in the air, and bringing it down on my nephew's backside.
SMACK
On the first smack, my nephew jumped a little, but remained still and calm.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The next six came in quick succession and my nephew unintentionally kicked his legs a little bit, but I held him still, putting a leg over his so he couldn't kick anymore.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The next seven were a bit harder and he tried to kick even harder, but my grip around my nephew was too firm for him to break.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The final six were directed right on his tender sit-spots and by the time I finished, Emmett was sobbing dry sobs and clinging to my pants leg for dear life. I gently rubbed his back, allowing him to calm himself down before I pulled him up off of my knees and pulled his pants back on. I took my nephew in my arms for a few moments but I needed to deal with Garrett before I would comfort both boys. I led him to where Garrett had been waiting.
"Stay here while Garrett gets his punishment." I told my nephew softly.
He nodded and Garrett walked with me while his cousin took his spot in the corner. I led Garrett to the chair I had sat in to deal with Emmett and unbuttoned his pants and pulled them to his knees as well before pulling him over my knees.
"Like I told Emmett, this is just for the lying and disobedience." I told him. "The other punishment will cover the rest." He nodded and I quickly began.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The first five caused Garrett to squirm in my lap, and he reached back, like he always tried to, and I pinned his little arm to his back and began again without a word.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
The next four had him sobbing as hard as Emmett had been at the end of his punishment but Garrett was a bit more theatrical than Emmett.
SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK
Like with Emmett, the final six swats were right on his sit spots, and like I had done with his cousin, I rubbed his back and allowed him to calm down before pulling him upright and putting his pants back on him.
"Emmett, come here." I called softly as I held my son in one of my arms.
Emmett did as I said, and I wrapped my free arm around him, holding the two sniffling boys for a few moments before speaking.
"I love you both very much. You are both forgiven for lying and disobeying us." I told them softly as I ran my hands through their shaggy hair.
It took me about ten minutes to have them completely soothed, but the tears began as soon as Carmen had them in her arms. They were both such Momma's boys and Carmen would do for Emmett until Esme returned. I rolled my eyes as my wife doted on them and thought about how much I would dread having to punish Garrett again in a few days. It was going to be a long week, that was for sure.
During quiet time for the boys, Carmen looked over at me with a curious look. "Esme and I have been texting." She told me.
"Uh oh, scheming to spend all the money Carlisle and I have combined?" I joked.
She rolled her eyes but laughed. "No, actually we've decided that I should take Carlisle's place in New York for the rest of the trip, and he should come home. We hate making the boys dread another spanking for three days plus I could do with some shopping in the city. You and Carlisle can take the boys to Seattle together."
We spoke more about this, and before quiet time was over, Carmen was already running to New York, and Carlisle was running back here.
Carlisle POV
As I ran literally across the country, using the trees for coverage, I dreaded the task I was about to do. This was the first time any of my kids had really broken my biggest rule. They knew that my biggest one was to not put their lives in danger, and Emmett had done just that. I wished I was running home to spend time with my child, without dishing out a punishment, but that was not the case.
After a few hours of running at my full speed, I was back in Alaska, and only minutes away from home if I kept up the pace. I wanted to give myself a little longer to brace myself though, so I slowed down a good amount.
I arrived at the home about half an hour before quiet time was officially over, and instantly went to sit with Eleazar in the family room, to learn how Emmett had already been punished.
"Good run?" He asked me.
"It was alright." I agreed. "I used the trees so I didn't have to slow at all."
"I wish you were returning early under better circumstances." He sighed.
"I do too. How did you punish the boys the first time?" I asked.
"I punished them solely for the lying and disobeying, so twenty swats each." He told me.
I nodded. That was a fairly typical punishment. "I intend to be fairly harsh with Emmett. He broke my number one rule."
Eleazar nodded in agreement with that. "Garrett's getting the belt for this one. I can't believe those two would do something like this. It was Garrett's idea in Emmett's defense…"
I held up a hand to cut him off. "Emmett still went along with it." I disagreed. "I've only used my belt once, on Edward, but I think this justifies it being used again."
"If you want some privacy, I'll take Garrett out hunting." He offered.
I nodded, I wanted some time to talk with Emmett privately. "That would be better. I'll do the same for you, to give you and Garrett some privacy."
"As soon as their quiet time is over, I'll take Garrett out." Eleazar told me.
We spoke about other things for a few minutes, mainly about work, but unfortunately, the time came to go deal with my son much quicker than I had hoped.
My son stood before me in Eleazar's study, staring at his shoes while I stared at him. "Emmett." I sighed.
"I'm sorry Dad." He mumbled. "Really, I am."
"I know, but you're still going to be punished. Before we do that though, I want to have a look at your leg for myself." I told him as I stood and walked over to him. "Sit on the couch."
He did as I said, and I gently propped his leg up on the coffee table, rolling his pants leg up and taking a look. It didn't quite look like a burn, but it was definitely not healed completely.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." He assured me.
I nodded. "That's good, no pain at all?"
"Not that I've noticed." He told me.
"It's probably going to scar, but it's almost completely healed already." I told him as I pushed his pants leg back down.
"How much trouble am I in?" He asked as I sat down on the coffee table in front of him.
I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair. "What is my one biggest rule?" I asked.
"That we never endanger our lives or each other's lives." He told me softly.
"What were you thinking messing with fire?" I asked him. "You know that is one of the very few things that can kill or harm us. You could've been killed. Garrett could've been killed."
"I wasn't thinking that…" He began.
"Exactly." I cut him off. "You weren't thinking. You're a smart boy Emmett, you knew better than this, but you did it anyway. Why?"
"It seemed like fun." He told me softly.
I nodded and stared at him for a few minutes. "Emmett, I'm going to punish you quite a bit more harshly than I have ever punished any of you. You understand why that is, don't you?"
"Yes." He agreed. "It's because I broke the number one rule."
"I'm going to quit lecturing you now, I'm sure your aunt and uncle did plenty of that yesterday." I sighed as I stood up and moved to sit in a chair that was still pulled away from Eleazar's desk. "Come here son."
Emmett nervously walked towards me and I reached for his wrist, pulling him closer. I stood and removed my belt and Emmett's eyes got wide, very wide, and he tried to back away, but I kept a firm grip on his wrists. I quickly undid the button on his jeans, and pushed them down to his knees and then pulled him over my knees, and pushed his boxers down as well. I allowed him to quit squirming before I began.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
My first five were usually warm up swats, but this time, I just got right to it. Emmett stiffened but didn't cry out for fight me.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
The next ten came in quick succession, at the same force as the first five, and Emmett was already starting to get agitated as his feet kicked, like they always did, so I quickly locked my leg over his and continued.
SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT
The next five were a bit sharper than the first fifteen had been, but about the same force, and Emmett began whimpering during them.
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The next ten had Emmett trying to kick his legs and me having to tighten my grip on him so he didn't wiggle off my legs and his whimpers had turned to tearless cries.
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On the thirty fifth swat, Emmett reached bag to try and stop the swats from coming. I quickly pinned his hand back and gave him a firmer swat, telling him to quit trying to stop this.
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On the fortieth, his cries were even louder, but I wasn't done yet. I didn't take what he had done lightly, and he could handle it. He was a tough boy and while this punishment may be harsher than usual, it was justified.
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The last ten of the swats were delivered directly to his sit spots and had Emmett sobbing even harder. He was nearly finished, and I debated avoiding the belt, but this was something the kids knew was a result of them breaking one of the more severe rules.
I brought the belt down across my child's upturned backside fifteen times before putting it aside and rubbing my son's back as he sobbed his little heart out. Once he had finally calmed down some, I quickly pulled his boxers up, leaving his jeans down seeing as the fabric would possibly cause him more discomfort.
I pulled him up in my lap, making sure his sore bottom was between my legs and not on them, and let him cry into my chest, remaining quiet as he continued sobbing for a few moments before finally speaking.
"It's alright Son, all is forgiven." I whispered as I rocked him back and forth a little.
After a good half hour of comforting, Emmett was finally calmed down, and I decided it was time we went for our hunt and gave Eleazar and Garrett the house for a while.
"Hey Em, how would you like to go hunt some hibernating bears?" I offered.
"Really?" He sniffled.
I nodded and ruffled his hair. "I know it's one of your favorite things."
"Okay!" He agreed.
"You should go put on some sweatpants instead of your jeans. It'll be more comfortable." I advised.
He nodded and quickly took off running for his room. I couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly my son's mood had changed. Together, we hunted for hours, enjoying each other. It was rare that I got to spend one-on-one time with my children aside from punishments, so this was a very welcome experience.