2 Weeks Worth of Carlisle

by Carlisle Cares

Bella is staying at the Cullen's for the next 2 weeks while Charlie is away on a fishing trip. The rest of the family are going on a hunting trip to Denali, but Carlisle is staying home with Bella since he must be at the hospital. Bella learns she must follow Carlisle's rules. Good luck Bella! Warning: Contains disciplinary spanking. Don't like, don't read.

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14 – Bella Faces the Music

Carlisle:

I walked up the stairs, breaking the news to Bella that she was still going to have to answer for her little nightclub trek. Reaching my room I changed into more comfortable clothes. I was dreading the task that lay ahead of me. I left the room and went into my study, I was going through some papers on my desk when I decided it was time to go downstairs to see if Bella was finished eating her dinner. I walked down the stairs to check on my wayward daughter.

Bella:

I heated up my garden burger and the fries and got a diet soda out. I was trying to eat, but every time I got a moment, my mind went right back to what was coming up in the very near future. Like, 30 minutes from now future. It's bad enough getting spanked, but then the whole thing will be on the bare, ugh, could it be any more embarrassing? I really wish I had given more thought to destroying that footstool. That's going to go over like a lead balloon. When he finds that out, I'm really going to be in for it. Maybe he will forget to use it this time. No such luck, these vampires don't forget anything, especially this vampire! I am so gonna get it. Oh no, he's coming down the stairs; this is it! Goodbye chairs, I won't be using you for a while. So long couch, it was nice sitting on you while I could.

"Bella, are you finished with your burger" he asked checking it out to see if I ate it.

"Just about, I was just finishing, Dad." I grabbed more fries and took a drink of soda trying to stretch it out. He started straightening things in the kitchen, throwing the papers away, etc. Rats, he's sticking around. Great, is he going to escort me to his study?

"When you are finished, we will go to my study to take care of this little matter and be done with it," he told me.

I just about gagged when he said that, but I took a drink and got it down. I finally finished and couldn't hold out any longer. He was watching me like a hawk. I cleaned up my mess and washed my hands. I turned and looked at him for instructions while nervously rubbing my left elbow with my right hand. He noticed my fidgeting.

"Ready Bella?" He asked.

I wonder what he would do if I said no. Then again, maybe I should do the opposite. I could start skipping to the stairs and say happily, "Come on daddy, hurry!" He'd probably think I flipped. Hey, that's it I can plead insanity.

"Bella, come on."

Aarrgghh—back to reality. He beckoned to me with his index finger and I begrudgingly walked toward him. He put his hand on my shoulder and we started for the stairs. I was really regretting running over that stool. Oh no, a light bulb went off, I wasn't supposed to leave the house and I went out to my truck and demolished stoolie! Surely he won't consider just going outside to my truck leaving the house, would he? Who am I kidding, of course he would. I might as well just move into his study, I'll be in there all of the time anyway.

We got to the top of the stairs and dad started to his study. I couldn't move; my feet just stayed planted.

He turned back to me and said, "Bella, come on." I still couldn't move and just looked at him.

"Bella, let's go." I still couldn't get myself to walk to him.

"Bella, I am going to count to 3 and you better get in here."

"One." Still nothing, couldn't budge. "Two." I just looked at him. "Three." "Get over here now, or I'm coming to get you."

Well, I managed to take 2 steps and stop again. "Enough, get in my study NOW!" I just could not make myself move.

"Alright, you asked for it" he said as he grabbed my arm, pulled me forward and gave me one swat to the behind. Okay, that helped, I walked in the study with him still grabbing hold of me. He walked me over to the couch and sat down on it situating himself so I could bend over his lap. I was standing to his right, but in front of him.

"Okay, we have talked this all through already, but one more time, tell me why you are in this position again."

"I lied and disobeyed you again, and went to the city to a nightclub and I was underage." I should get a T-shirt with that printed on it too. Then I could just point to it.

"You know what's coming." He had to remind me.

"Yes dad, you're going to spank me bare for the whole spanking." That was hard to say.

"Drop your pants Bella, and come over here."

"Mmmph," I muttered as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down. Then I pulled my panties down. I was so embarrassed.

He patted his right knee, "Come on, across my knee."

I slowly walked to his side and he guided me over his knee. Of course, he did his adjusting too. I was lying there waiting and I felt him put his left hand on my back. He grabbed me firmly and I felt him raise his hand.

"Ready?" He asked.

"I guess," I said quietly, wishing I were anywhere else but here.

SMACK – "OOOWWW!" Boy that first one bites and bites hard!

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"OOWW, OOOWWW!"

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"AAHH, Uh huh huh huh huh huh! OOWW!"

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"OOOWWWIEEE, OOWW OOWW OOWW!"

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"DDAAAADDDEEEE, AAHH HUH HUH!"

Then he shifted me forward. I knew what that meant. He reached under the couch looking for the stool. I could feel him reaching further back under the couch.

"Where's my stool?" (Oh no.) "I can't seem to find it". (Just wait till he finds it!) "What's this bag?" "I don't remember putting a bag under here." "Where did this bag come from?" (I really wish I wouldn't have done this!)

I could tell he was pulling it out. He grabbed it and laid it on my back and opened it up and looked in it. Oh no, he's really going to lay into me now, and I'm right where he wants me—how could I be so stupid—what a great time to get caught while I'm laying over his knee! What kind of dope pulls a stunt like this? I should get the "Idiot of the Year" award for this one.

"What is that?" he said. Then I think he got the gist of what it was. "BELLA! STAND UP!" He said forcefully. I gingerly got to my feet and stood in front of him.

"ISABELLA MARIE, is this what I think it is?" He asked while holding the bag open on his lap showing it to me.

I looked in the bag and just nodded my head yes.

"What did you do to it?" He asked looking at the wood dust and chips.

"I-uh-I-um might have driven my truck over it." I told him.

"MIGHT HAVE DRIVEN OVER IT? It's reduced to sawdust! What did you drive over it with, a wood chipper?" He was stunned to say the least.

"Uh, no, I ran over it with my truck." I said, like that should take care of the explanation.

"You did more than run over it with your truck. It's pulverized, how did you get it like this?" I just stood there. "Bella, I asked you what you did to it?" he asked again.

I sheepishly lowered my head and muttered out, "I told you, I ran over it with my truck, about 10 – 12 times back and forth."

"So, you came into my study, took my stool from under the couch, ran outside and drove your truck back and forth over my footstool. Is that what you are telling me?"

"Uh, I guess so." I answered him.

"You guess so? You stole and destroyed something that belonged to me and all you can say is you guess so?" He was glaring at me again. "Why, why did you do this?" He demanded and then added, "and don't guess."

"Seemed like a good idea at the time, and I hate that stool!" I told him angrily.

"I don't care how you feel about the stool, you had no right coming into my study, taking my property and destroying it. You know you are going to have to answer for this, Young Lady!" He informed me.

"It was worth it, it felt good doing and it still does!" I admitted to him.

"Well, we'll see how good it feels after you replace this one and then you and I will try out the new one," he informed me.

"AW, Daad, nooooo! You're going to spank me for it? You can't!" I whined.

"Can and will, in fact, tomorrow after my shift I will come home and pick you up and we will go to the store and you can buy the one I pick out. When we get home we will come back here to my study and see how good it works, sounds like a plan to me!"

He would be a wise guy vampire!

"By the way, young lady, (I'm thinking of getting my name legally changed to "young lady") didn't I tell you not to leave the house?"

(What'd I tell ya, frickin' vampire memory) "I just went outside to my truck, I didn't leave the property." I pleaded.

"I told you not to leave the house, by doing your little dirty deed you violated that order too and we will deal with that tomorrow also."

"Now, back to the task at hand." He bunched the wood remains in a round bundle in the bag and tied a knot in the bag securely and set it on the floor. Then he pointed to the floor right next to his right knee. Snapping his fingers, he told me, "Get over here."

I stood where he pointed. "Back over my knee, young lady, we're not done. I only stopped to pull my stool out, or should I say sawdust?"

"Nooooo, I'm sorry!" I blubbered.

Grabbing my wrist he pulled me back over his knee and adjusted me again. Then he moved the bag over and placed his right foot on it. Can you believe it worked and raised his knee up just the right amount? That stool was out for revenge for me running over it!

He lit into my bottom and let me have it. He had my sit spots and upper thighs right where he wanted them.

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"AAAHHH HUH HUH HUH HUH! DAAADEEE NOOOO!"

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"OWW, DAADD THAT HURTS!" He let me have it, all on the sit spots and upper thighs.

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"OOWWW UH HUH HUH HUH HUH HUH!"

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"Are you ever going to lie to me again?"

"NOOO, I-I'mm s-sorrryy!"

"Are you ever going to sneak into a nightclub again?"

"NOOO, Dad, Nooo, I won't do it again!"

"Well, let's make sure of that," he said as he landed the hardest ones yet.

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY – AAHH HUH HUH!

SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK – SMACK

"OOWW! AAHH HUH HUH! OOWW OOWW!"

"You better straighten up young lady, or you and I are going to be having quite of few of these 'discussions'."

I hadn't even noticed he stopped. I was sobbing my eyes out. He let me lay there for a minute or two to settle down, then he lifted me up and sat me on his lap being careful of my bottom and sit spots. WOW that hurt, my butt is on fire! He held me and let me finish crying. He was rocking me in his arms. Even though my bottom was smarting, it felt good to be in his arms and his soothing voice telling me all was forgiven.

"Why don't you go back to your room for a little while? I have some paperwork to do and then we can go watch TV or a movie later."

"Okay, I think I'll go lay down for a little, on my stomach!" I said rubbing my bottom. "Talk about tenderized!"

Dad smirked a little as he got up to walk to his desk, "You asked for it!"

I made my way back down the hall to my room telling myself I needed to invest in some icepacks…

TBC

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