"We better not have to deal with this behavior again!" Carlisle scolds me. I wince and bite my knuckles as he beats my ass. "You know better than that. You are better than that!"
"I'm sorry!" I cry out. I hope that he hears that I am close to breaking down and just stop now to save me from that embarrassment, but it doesn't work that way. He keeps on slapping the seat of my boxers without any hesitation. "Carlisle, please!"
"I have told you over and over again that you would not be allowed to be destructive."
He continues my punishment for about a minute or two more. When he drops his hand, I brace myself for the inevitable licks with my belt. But that doesn't happen. Instead, Carlisle tells me to stand. I do what he says, yanking my pants up as I do. I figure he just told me to take my belt off as a scare tactic, so I reach for it.
"Not so fast, mister." Carlisle says and shakes his head no, then points to the big, overstuffed chair in the corner of his room. "Pull that chair to the middle of the room."
"What?" I ask.
"Pull that chair to the middle of the room."
"Why in hell do you want me to do that?"
"Jasper Lee, just do as I say and keep your mouth under control or you'll get it washed out."
I push the chair to the middle of the room. My mind goes wild as I try to think of a logical explanation for Carlisle's strange request. Once the chair is where he wants it, he pats the top of it.
"Rest your arm here. Palm facing up."
"What?"
"Do as I say."
I sigh, but I put my arm on the back of the chair with my palm facing up, just as he said. The chair is just high enough that I can rest my forearm on it without having to hunch down.
"We're doing something different, Jasper. Maybe this will get through to you." He says and picks up the belt. He folds it over so both ends are in his hands. "Hold your hand straight."
"What are you doing?" I question.
"You're getting five licks on each palm."
"My palms?"
"Yes, your palms."
"Oh. Okay." I mumble with my eyes cast down to my hand.
I hold back a smirk. Five cracks of the belt on the palm of my hands won't be a big deal. I've taken more licks with the strap before. This will be like a walk in the park compared to that. Carlisle pulls the belt back. I can't even believe that he thinks this will be worse than taking the belt to my ass. I look away so Carlisle doesn't see me sneer at his idea of a punishment.
"Ow!" I yell once I feel the sharp pain in my palm. I yank my arm back and jump away from the chair, cradling my throbbing hand to my chest.
"Jasper," Carlisle says disapprovingly.
"That hurt!"
"Put your arm back."
I slowly return my arm to the chair. This time, Carlisle gently clasps his hand over my wrist. I close my eyes and wince as the second lick lands. I can't help but cry. This punishment is definitely worse on my hands than on my ass. The third lick makes me want to scream out loud. By the fourth, I do cry out. Carlisle takes in a shaky breath before delivering the last lick.
As soon as Carlisle releases my hand, I pull it to my chest. Carlisle looks at me with eyes that look as hurt as I feel. I throw my arms around him and he quickly embraces me. He has one hand wrapped around me and the other resting on the back of my head, gently holding it against his shoulder and neck. I keep bawling like a little baby, but I can't help it.
"You're done. No more." Carlisle whispers to me. I tighten my arms around him, thankful that he decided not to do the same to my other palm. "Take a deep breath, my boy."
I do as I'm told, but I'm still struggling to calm down. Carlisle doesn't rush me, though. He drops his hand from my head and rubs my back. I stayed glued to him, and he lets me stay like that. My palm is still throbbing.
"I'm sorry, Dad." I murmur into his shoulder.
"It's okay, Jasper. All's forgiven." He promises in the softest, most calming voice I've ever heard a leader use.
I keep him hostage in my embrace, and he doesn't even try to break off the hug. We only release each other when his phone rings. As he answers, I continue to try to pull myself together. I remind myself that Emmett and Edward are in the house and can hear every sob I make. I know Carlisle has forgiven me. I know Alice will be home soon.
"A special young lady would like to talk with you." Carlisle tells me, placing a hand on my shoulder and passing me the phone. I thank him, take the phone with my unpunished hand and say hello.
Alice scolds me right away. She tells me to be more open-minded and that she never wants to hear that I've put myself in a position to be punished again. I listen to her without any protest. Even when angry, her voice is like music to my ears.
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