Chapter 14
(Edward's POV)
"I'm guessing that you're the Edward boy we've heard so much about." Payton's grandfather smiled ruefully, holding out his hand, "I'm Donald Thomas, though until I get to know you I'd prefer if you called me 'sir' or 'mr. Thomas'." definately a military man. I nodded and gave him a firm hand shake, "A pleasure to meet you sir." Mr. Thomas nodded in aproval and wrapped an arm around his wife, "And this is Dianna-" "And JUST Dianna. So don't go calling me ma'am or Mrs. Thomas." she smiled warmly at me and shot her husband a disaproving look.
Mr. Thomas ignored the look and wrapped Payton up in a hug. "I'm hoping that you've told Edward about my rules?" Payton blushed and nodded, pulling away from her granfather, "Yes grandpa, just a few minutes ago in the car." Mr. Thomas nodded and gave her a peck on the forehead before throwing me Dianna'sbag, "Boy, go on and carry these back to the car will ya?" Well, since you asked so nicely, "Of course sir." I nodded and obediantly brought the bags to the trunk of the car.
I held the door open for Payton's grandparents as they climbed into the backseat and then closed the door behind them. I held Payton's door open too and gave her hand a small squeeze when her grandfather wasn't looking.
"So sweetheart, hows aunt Terra doing?" Dianna asked.
My fists clenched around the steering wheel just from hearing that bitch's name! "She's in prison." I ground out threw my teeth without thinking. "Pardon?" Mr. Thomas growled.
Payton bit her plump bottom lip, "Terra wasn't really as loving and carring as she acted at family parties. Edward saw her abusing me, and he called the police. I've been staying at his parents house for a for weeks now."
The rest of the car ride was very awkward after that.
TWILIGHTTWILIGTTWILIGHT
Over the next week I got to know Payton's family a little more, and I had to admit that I was happy with what I saw. Her grandfather, while stern and a bit agitating at times, was at the same time a very nice and carring man. Dianna was a lot like Esme, always making sure that Payton got enough to eat and slept alright. She'd caught Payton and I laying in bed together last night but simply smiled and shrugged it off, keeping it our little secret instead of telling her husband.
Actually, it was always Dianna coming to check up on us at night. The first few nights I'd always been paying careful attention and would make it downstairs to the couch long before Payton and I could get discovered. I sure as hell wasn't gonna risk having to pull Payton over my knee and cause her pain.
But of course, Esme and Alice had invited Dianna out on a little 'welcome to Forks' shopping spree. Now I couldn't even read Mr. Thomas' actions through Dianna's thoughts!
Payton refused to go a night without laying in bed with me, despite the possible consequences, "Edward, I don't care what my grandpa says anymore. I'm a big girl now, I'm responsible enough to just lay in bed with my boyfriend if I want to, we're not doing anything that we shouldn't be, so its no big deal. Okay?" Payton smiled, kissing me gently before I could answer. I smiled softly and kissed back, wrapping my arms around her and getting lost in the kiss.
"What the hell is this?" Uh oh. A little too lost in the kiss. Payton and I quickly pulled away and I rolled out of bed, "Sir, please, I can-" "Save it! Payton and I both told you the rules! Now get your ass over here boy." Mr. Thomas hissed, pointing to the spot in front of him. I reluctantly walked up to him, "Please sir, don't make me do this. I can't hurt her-" "Well you should have thought about that before! Now, when I get out of here, boy, I want you sitting on the edge of the bed," he pointed to me, "And you, young lady, will get him your brush drop those jeans and get over his lap," he said, pointing to Payton now. I growled and took a step towards him, "What makes you think that I'm really going to go through with this? I could just take Payton and leave right now!"
Mr. Thomas raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Well, if you do that then I'll call the police, report you for kidnapping-" "But grandpa you can't-!" "Payton you better keep your mouth shut or I'll change it from just fifteen swats to twenty!" I sneered at his threat, "Don't you go threatening her like that-" "As I was saying," He interupts me one more time and this old man is going through the wall. I don't care if he is Payton's grandfather, he's being completely unfair!
"I will report you to the police for kidnapping her, they will take you away, I will take Payton over my knee myself, and you will never see her again. So its your choice, boy. Either you punish her yourself, or I'll do it and you'll have to stay away from her." He was getting way too cocky. But he had me, "Fine. Just tell me what to do." I grinded out threw my teeth.
Mr. Thomas nodded, "When you have the brush and she's over your lap you're gonna give her fifteen smacks, and I want to hear her count them out. If she doesn't count one, thats an extra swat. If she reaches back to try and cover her bottom she loses the panties and thats three more swats. And I'll be listening, so don't go trying to lie and say you followed all the rules." he glared at me and turned on his heals, "I'll be listening!" he called over his shoulder before slamming the door closed behind him.
Payton's thoughts were relatively calm, but she was well aware of my strength and that scared her a little. She took a breath and started to go to her dresser to get the brush until I quickly wrapped her up into a comforting hug, "I'll go easy on you, okay? Don't worry, I promise this will all be over soon." I whispered into her ear before gently kissing her forehead and pulling away.
While Payton got the brush I sat down on the edge of the bed. She handed it to me and started to undo the button of her jeans but I stopped her hands, "He can't see us, why don't you just keep those on, alright?" I whispered, running my thumbs over the back of her hands. Payton shook her head, "He checks up on us when he thinks we're not paying attention to make sure we're doing what he told us to do." she whispered back, continuing to unzip her jeans. I bit my lip and let her, averting my gaze to the floor as she pulled them down. I gently took her arm and guided her over my lap, stroking the small of her back comfortingly, "Remember to count." was all I said before I brought the first stinging smack down on her bottom.
(Payton's POV)
"One." I winced, biting my lip. I couldn't help but squirm a little over Edward's lap, gripping at his pant leg as the second smack came, "Two," my voice quivered at bit and tears started to form at the corners of my eyes. Edward was definately going easy on me i could tell, but this still hurt really bad! The third smack was a little harder than the others. I yelped and whimpered, a tear sneaking its way down my cheek, "Th-thr-" "You didn't count it, thats an extra swat!" Grandpa called from outside. Edward growled, "She was in the middle of counting it, you interupted her!" "Want me to make it two more swats?" Grandpa was really getting on Edward's last nerve. I tugged at Edward's pant leg to get his attention, "Edward don't worry about it okay? Lets just get this over with." Edward nodded reluctantly and brought down another smack, "Four," I whimpered.
Three more hard smacks came down, "F-five... six... se-seven- ow!" The back of my brush met my burning bottom the second I counted out the previous hit. I couldn't help it. I reached back to try and protect myself from the stinging blows, struggling over Edward's lap. I felt Edward tense and sigh, gently grabbing my hands and pinning them to the middle of my back, "These have to come down," Edward said softly, hooking his finger into the hem of my panties. I blushed darkly and whined, struggling more. Even I wasn't sure if I was upset because I was about to get eleven more smacks on my bare bottom or because the first time Edward's going to see my naked ass is to give me a spanking that my grandfather is forcing him to give me!
(Edward's POV)
Damn it! I should have eased up a little. I sighed and slowly pulled Payton's panties down to the middle of her thighs, wincing at the sight of her already red bottom. She whimpered and struggled more over my lap, kicking her legs out. She was crying. I'm making her cry damn it! I wasn't sure that I could go through eleven more smacks. I bit my lip and placed a cold hand on Payton's bare bottom, hoping to sooth her for the time being. Mr. Thomas cleared his throat loudly from the other side of the door, a sign that he wasn't hearing anymore smacks. I grumbled and grabbed the brush, pressing the back of it to Payton's bottom to alert her that we were starting again.
SMACK! SMACK! Payton sobbed into my thigh, "N-nine... ten.." God this was killing me. Maybe if I take it two at a time from this point on... SMACK! SMACK! "OW! Ele-eleven! Twel-elve!" Seven more to go. I rubbed at Payton's back to calm her and kissed her head before giving another two, "OUCH! Thirtee-thirteen! F-fourteen!" she cried out, her face soaked with tears. "Just five more babe, five more." A asured her, following with two smacks. "OW! OW! Fifteen...! Six-sixtee-teen!" Payton sobbed. I could just barely feel her digging her nails into my leg. SMACK! SMACK! "AH! Seven-seventeen! Eight-t-teen!" Just one more, this was it, I could do it. Aw hell, no I can't! Payton was a mess, shaking and sobbing uncontrolably, tearing at my leg. She'd had enough. I bent down to whisper into her ear, "Payton, when you hear this smack count it out alright, even if you don't feel it." I gave her no time to respond before I sat up straight again, checked to make sure her grandfather was still outside, and then lifted my shirt. Payton was looking at me in confusion from over her shoulder, watching as I lifted the brush, and brought it down onto my own stomach. It sounded a little different from when it had been hitting Payton's flesh, but it would have to do. "N-nineteen!" she sobbed, as though I had just hit her instead of myself.
In one swift movement I'd thrown the brush across the room, shifted Payton so the she was sitting on my lap instead of laying across it, and pressed my cold hand to her hurting bottom. I made sure that her butt was hanging off to the side, not making contact with my jeans as I held her to my chest, kissing away her tears, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry (kiss kiss) I promise I won't let this happen again (kiss kiss) I love you (kiss kiss)" I apologized over and over again, setting random kisses all over Payton's face, her head, her neck, and her lips a couple of times. She simply sat in my lap, cuddled up to my chest as she tried to control her tears. After a while she started to kiss at my neck, my cheek, and then gave me a light kiss on the lips, "It's okay Edward, really. I'm fine now." Finally, Payton was smiling. That made me feel a million times better, "Don't worry babe, I won't ever let this happen again. The next time your grandfather says I have to do this, I'm bringing you somewhere far away, where you won't be treated like a child." I said firmly, rubbing at her tender bottom.
"Actually Edward, you won't have to worry about that." I'd been so caught up in comforting Payton that I hadn't even heard Mr. Thomas walk in, "I guess I went a little overboard. You're right, Payton isn't a child anymore, so I guess I can lighten up on the rules," Well this was a surprise. "What do you mean grandpa?" Payton asked. Mr. Thomas grumbled and scratched at the back of his head, "I mean, that you can have boys in your room, and when you're around your grandmother and I I'll allow holding hands and peckson the cheek. You can have him in your room, but if I hear any creaking-" "Grandpa!" Payton snapped, blushing. Mr. Thomas shrugged, "I'm just saying. Now, your grandmother will be here soon, I'll let her know that you two probably want to be alone for a while." he smiled, closing the door behind him.
Payton and I grinned at each other and stayed cuddled up like that for a while until she cleared her throat, "Um, Edward?" "Hmm?" "Do you think I could pull my pants up now?" Oh right, 'forgot' about that, "Aww, do you have to?" I whined, joking. For the most part. Payton glared.
I smiled sheepishly and let her up, unable to take my eyes away as Payton stood and pulled up her panties, careful not to brush them against her bottom, and then got out a pair of comfortable baggy pajama pants.
I wrapped my arms around Payton and pulled her on top of me as I laid back on her bed, petting at her hair. Payton rumbled and cuddled into mychest, closing her eyescontently.