Chapter 11: As requested...

I nervously sat down in the chair. This was not going to go well, he was still angry with me. I had a hard time looking at him. I had to face him, so I looked him in the eye and waited for the storm I knew was about to begin. It didn't take long for the first clap of thunder…

"Before I begin, do you have anything you would like to say, Young Lady?" he asked.

"No, it wouldn't make any difference anyway, you're still going to blister my butt," I said tersely.

"Don't take that attitude with me, young lady, you deliberately disobeyed and lied to me again. The worst of the matter is you knew about this outing since Monday and still you lied to me even after being punished for lying the night before. Do you honestly think I shouldn't blister your butt?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't want to lie, I almost told you about it…" I was trying to explain but he interrupted.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't say anything because I didn't think I would be able to go since I got in trouble. Then when you didn't want me to be alone while you were on the night shift, I suggested staying at Jessica's for a sleepover. I was hoping I could convince her not to go to that nightclub. Really, dad, that's the truth," I explained.

"You didn't change her mind about going to the nightclub though, did you? Did you know she was still planning on going there before I dropped you off?"

"Um, well, uh…" I stuttered.

"DID YOU KNOW?" He demanded.

"Uh, um, y-yess" I squeaked out.

"Then you should have told me and you could have avoided this whole thing," I reminded her.

"Dad, I tried to talk her out of it, but she said they were going and I couldn't stay there by myself, so I might as well go," I tried to explain.

"Do you think I would have allowed you to go to a nightclub, in Port Angeles?"

"No dad."

"Now we are right back to, you should have told me. How much clearer can I make it?" He asked.

"I didn't want to lie to you, I told Jessica that while in the nightclub after you called me. After I hung up, I told her I hated to lie to you again…" (Oh no, I stuck my foot in my mouth again!)…

He narrowed his eyes at me and angrily got up from his chair and flashed to right in front of me. He put his hands on the arms of the chair I was sitting in and leaned into my face. Glaring angrily at me he said with authority: "How many times do I have to tell you not to lie to me, how many times do I have to punish you for it? If you think you are going to wear me down by constantly testing the waters by disobeying me and lying to me, you have another thing coming little lady. Anytime you go against my rules, break my rules, disobey me and especially, lie to me, you are going to find yourself in the same spot you are in right now. I don't care how many times you try it, I will be right there to rein you in. Do you understand me?"

"DO I HAVE A CHOICE? YOU AND YOUR PISS ASS RULES! WHY DON'T YOU MAKE A POSTER OF THEM AND PUT THEM IN MY ROOM? THAT WAY I COULD BE REMINDED OF THEM EVERY WAKING MINUTE AND EVEN IN MY SLEEP TOO! TAKE YOUR RULES AND BLOW THEM OUT YOUR ASS!" I screamed at him.

Carlisle looked like a volcano ready to erupt. He very quietly and methodically asked: "Are you finished?"

Okay, now the fear is setting in. I think I might have said just a mite bit too much there…I actually saw my life flash before my eyes, stop, and rewind right back to this moment…"Uh, yes dad…"

"Good. Let's go." With that he grabbed my arm and pulled me up out of the chair and walked me to the door of his study. I didn't know what he was going to do. Then we went down the hall, I thought we were going to my room but we passed it, and then I saw it, the bathroom!

"Oh no dad, not that again!" Dad didn't say anything; I think he about had it with me. I could feel his anger. Maybe I better keep quiet.

He walked me into the bathroom and stopped right at the sink. "Stay right there," he told me. I decided to do just that. He opened the small closet by the wall and took out a bar a soap and unwrapped it. (I hate soap in the mouth, he did this to me before. I bet I get a good taste of it too.) I just stood there watching as he ran it under water and made it suds. When he had enough suds on it he turned his attention back to me. "Open," he said. I hesitated and rocked back and forth eeking out a small grunt. "Open now!" I slowly opened my mouth. "Wider." I slowly opened wider. He rubbed the sudsy bar on my tongue and all over the inside of my mouth. I stood there squinting my eyes making a grunting noise, "uh-ooh, aahh," it tasted terrible. He put it on my tongue and said; "Bite down." As I did, he closed the toilet lid and made me sit on it. "Three minutes" he said as he held up 3 fingers at me. I was trying not to gag. It was running down my chin and he handed me a tissue. "Wipe your chin only," he said. I did and kept the tissue in my hand. I was bouncing my feet up and down as I sat through the slowest 3 minutes of my life. Finally he grabbed the waste can and held it in front of me and said, "Spit it out." Gladly, I couldn't spit it out fast enough. He told me I could rinse my mouth out. It took forever to get that awful soap taste out. When I was finished I turned to him. He was standing looking at me with his arms folded across his chest. "Back to my study," he ordered. I hurriedly went back to his study with my angry fire-breathing vampire father right on my heels!

When we got back to his study, he pointed to the chair again and said, "Sit!" I did, as he walked back around his desk and sat down. Once seated he said to me, "If you ever talk to me or sass me like that again, or use that type of language with me again, not only will you have soap in your mouth for the next 2 minutes, but I will bend you over the bathroom sink and make you watch me swat your bottom in the mirror for those same 2 minutes. Is there anything in that sentence you have any doubts about?" he asked.

"No dad," I answered him. (Looking at a mental picture of that in my mind, I decided I wanted no part of that.)

"Good, then we are in agreement on that."

Feeling that it was in my best interest to agree with him, I quickly uttered, "Yes dad."

"Here's what is going to happen. When I am finished here, you are going to go to bed. Tomorrow, I will be at the hospital until around 4 p.m. and then I will be home. During the day while I am at the hospital, you will NOT leave this house. I will be calling throughout the day on the home phone. If at any time you do not answer that phone by the 6th ring, I am going to leave the hospital and run home, and if are not in this house, I will find your scent, track you down and I will spank your butt all the way home. Is that understood, Isabella Marie?"

"Yes sir. I won't leave the house, Dad," I told him.

"Yes, well I've heard that before. You just better be in this house and don't you DARE disobey me again! After I get home and you have dinner, we are coming back here to my study to deal with your punishment for your nightclub trip. Do you remember what I told you I would do if you lied or disobeyed me again during your last spanking?"

"Yes dad."

"Tell me, now."

"You said you would give me the whole spanking on my bare bottom." (I wasn't going to whine or cry about it because I knew it I would get it worse, so I just kept quiet. No way was I going to make it worse for myself. Yep, Mt. Carlisle, the smoldering volcano, finally blew it's top and was spewing lava, fire and rocks so high out of the top it could be mistaken for fireworks. I don't think I want to get in its way.)

He continued: "I'm glad you remembered. So, tomorrow afternoon — spanking - my study - bare bottom - across my knee. Any questions?"

"No sir," I thought it best not to push that little envelope any further.

"Good. Later during the week, you and I are going to have a long and serious talk about your behavior and another matter we need to address. You are not in trouble with this other matter, but I discussed it with your mother and we both agree you and I need to have this talk. For now, go to your room and get some rest."

I shot out of that study like I was just fired from a canon. I ran to my room and got my pj's on and jumped into bed and hid under the covers. What a terrible evening, and tomorrow is going to be worse. I wish I could get on a plane and fly to Denali. Where's that annoying little gnome with the hotel reservations when you need him? If my coming spanking isn't bad enough, what is it he wants to talk about? That's a little unnerving. I lay there going over all sorts of things trying to come up with some idea, until I drifted off to sleep…

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