This is a nice long chapter! Does anyone else loathe the week after Christmas? I do. I feel so, blahh. But, luckily it's Thursday, only one more work day to go! Anyways, enjoy the new chapter.
Chapter Twenty-One
Edward was thinking about something on the drive home. I could tell from the way his brows crinkled.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
He looked over, his brow un-crinkling, "Oh, nothing much," he answered, "How did you like group?" He asked.
"Eh, it was alright." I said, "Did you like it?" I asked.
"I really did. I learned a lot from my group. Met some really nice people." He gushed.
"So, it helped you?" I asked.
He thought for a moment, "Yes, I guess it did." He smiled.
"You want to go back?" I asked.
"I would like to go back." He said.
I bit the inside of my cheek, not wanting to acknowledge his statement.
"Emily told me that you had an incident with another person in the group." He said.
I looked over, blushing, "It wasn't really an incident." I said.
"What happened?" He asked.
"It's not a big deal," I shrugged, my tone sharpening.
"Watch the tone little girl," he threatened, "Please tell me what happened." He said.
I sighed in annoyance, "Some guy just wanted to use my playdoh because I had the green. Really, it's not a big deal." I stomped my foot slightly.
"I think when we get home you need a few minutes in the corner." He said.
"Noooo! I don't want corner time! I wanna watch TV!" I whined and kicked the dashboard.
"That's ten minutes in the corner young lady, if you keep acting up then you're going to get a spanking." He said sternly.
"Ugh! That's not fair! That's stupid." I crossed my arms and twisted my body away from his.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, but you're not going to act up." He said.
"I'm not acting up. You're being unreasonable." I grumbled.
"Alright, that's enough. Now you're in the corner for fifteen minutes." He said.
"For what!?" I screamed at him.
He took a deep breath and gripped the steering wheel harder. He was really mad, I knew I shouldn't be pushing him, I don't know why I continued to push him.
"This is just so stupid. You're just being mean. I'm not going into the corner." I said.
"You're getting the corner and getting a spanking." He said.
I turned with wide eyes, "What? Why?" I demanded.
"When we get home you're going to reread the rules in the corner until you figure out which one you broke," He said, "Then you're getting a spanking." He said.
I groaned and now stomped both of my feet onto the floor, "You're not being fair!" I cried loudly, putting my face into my hands.
He stopped the car; we were home. I stayed in my seat as he got out. I knew there was no way I was getting out of this spanking. But, I could stall.
He walked around the car and opened my door, "Out. Now." He demanded.
"No." I growled.
"Isabella Marie, you get out of this car and march you little butt into that house." He said.
"No. I'm not getting out of the stupid car." I said.
He sighed, then leaned down and unbuckled me. I slapped at his arms, but he didn't relent. He lifted me out of the seat and set me on my feet.
"March. Now." He said very firmly.
I stomped my feet dramatically up the stairs, walking faster than him. I opened the door and right when he was about to reach the doorframe, I slammed it in his face.
Edward's POV
She was pushing it. Emily had warned me about this. But, it was hard to keep calm. I took a few minutes to calm myself before opening the door.
I found her in the living room, watching TV.
"What are you supposed to be doing?" I asked.
She didn't answer me. Instead she just stared at the television show. I reached down and turned the TV off.
"I was watching that!" She yelled, trying to snatch the remote back.
"Go get the list of rules." I told her sternly.
She growled, but, surprisingly stood and retrieved our list of rules. She shoved it into my hands.
Bella's POV
"No, you go into that corner and you read the rules. When you've had time to change this attitude you can come out of then corner and tell me which rule you've broken." He said, nudging me towards the corner.
I huffed and made as much noise as possible as I walked to the corner. I didn't read the rules; I just stared at the wall.
"It doesn't look like you're reading." He stated.
I sighed and jerked the paper up to my face. I didn't really read, I just stood there, putting on a show.
After a few minutes I turned around to give him a piece of my mind.
"Turn back around now Isabella." He said sternly.
I stomped my foot, "No! This isn't fair!"
"Why isn't it fair?" He asked.
He stumped me. I opened my mouth but no words came out; I didn't know why this wasn't fair. It just seemed unfair. I growled and stomped my foot again.
"It just is!" I said.
He nodded, "Mmm, hmm, so, you don't know why it's fair?" He said.
I glared at the wall, trying to work up an answer for him.
After a moment I growled, "Ugh, I don't know! It's just… just… ugh!" I stomped.
"So, it's not unfair." He said.
I rolled my eyes, "I guess it's not." I huffed.
He nodded, "Good, I'm glad we figured that out. Now, you read those rules and you figure out which one you broke."
"I broke the respect rule." I said, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill over.
He nodded, "How were you disrespectful?" He asked.
I swallowed hard, "I yelled at you. I hit your car. I didn't listen when you told me to get out of the car. I shut the door in your face. And I didn't go to the corner. I did a lot of bad stuff." A few tears now dripped down my face.
He nodded, "Yes. You did make some very naughty decisions," he held out his arms.
I slowly made my way over to him and sat in his lap; tucking my head under his chin.
"Please tell me why you're acting out." He said.
My lower lip trembled, "I don't know." I sniffled.
"Does it have anything to do with what happened in group?" he asked.
I was quiet for a minute, "I didn't want to play with the pink playdoh, but I wouldn't have minded switching with James if he had asked nicely. But he just took it from me. And then he said that I didn't do a good job in group because I didn't talk. But you said I didn't have to talk." I said.
He nodded, "Why didn't you tell James that?" He asked.
I shrugged, "I don't know." I said.
He lifted my chin, "Honey, why didn't you stick up for yourself. Please tell me, you know I won't be mad at you." He said gently.
I wiped away some tears, "I-I was s-scared." I said.
"Scared? Scared of what baby?" He asked.
I ducked my face down, "I-I didn't want you to be mad at me for being rude." I said.
"Sweetie, you were not the rude one. James should not have taken your playdoh without your permission. I would never ever be mad at you for sticking up for yourself." He said.
"But you're mad at me now for being rude and I was just sticking up for myself." I pointed out.
He chuckled, "Honey, there's a difference in sticking up for yourself and being outright rude for no reason. I don't believe I did or said anything that warranted that kind of rudeness, what do you think?" He asked.
I sighed, looking down at my thumbs for a bit.
"Yeah, I guess I was very rude to you for no reason." I said.
He nodded, "So, I think, it's very fair for you to get a spanking, what do you think?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Big girl words please." He said.
"It's fair." I said quietly.
"And since you were extra rude and didn't listen to anything, I think you should go get the wooden spoon in the kitchen." He said.
I blushed, "I don't want the wooden spoon. Your hand will work just fine." I assured him.
He raised an eyebrow, "Yes. But I've decided that when you are unnecessarily rude we'll use the wooden spoon. Please go get it." he asked.
I got off his lap and retrieved the wooden spoon from the kitchen. I handed it to him.
He smiled softly, "Alright sweetie, let's get this over with." He said.
I nodded and pulled down my pants and underwear. I couldn't determine what I hated most, me pulling my own pants down for a spanking, or Edward doing it.
Once my pants were around my knees I carefully bent over his lap. I wiggled a little until I was comfortable.
He placed a hand on my back, "Why are you here Bella?" he asked.
I took a shaky breath, "B-because I was very, rude and I didn't stop when you asked me nicely. And I continued to be rude when I was in the corner." I said.
"Good girl," he said.
I felt him lift his hand with the spoon in it. The first swat was quick, but sharp. It definitely left an unforgettable sting. I took a sharp intake of breath.
The next flurry of smacks seemed to blend together, but somehow still stung individually. Fat tears were now dripping down my nose. I was sobbing loudly.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was mean to you, daddy! I promise I will be a good girl!" I cried.
He didn't slow his smacks, "Isabella, I understand that you're going to have times where you aren't happy, but I still want your respect. I treat you with the utmost respect, and I'd like it in return." He never stopped spanking as he spoke.
The wooden spoon hurt, it hurt so bad. I couldn't stop crying, the stinging just lingered.
Finally, he stopped. Making sure that last smack was the sharpest of course. He tossed the wooden spoon onto the cushion beside us. He turned me so he was hugging me tightly in his arms.
I pressed my face into his shoulder and cried. He rubbed my back gently and hummed in my ear. After about ten minutes, my crying ceased into sniffled and hiccups.
"I'm sorry I was rude." I whispered.
He kissed my forehead, "All is forgiven honey." He smiled, "Do you want to go take a bath then read some?" He asked.
"Can I have my bottle with warm milk?" I asked.
He kissed the tip of my nose, "Of course." He said.