I decided to update again to piss off the angry reviewers! This ones for you! Oh and to one specific reviewer, you said that I was obsessed with spanking and someone should spank me, sweetie my boyfriend spanks me and I love it, it's my fetish but it's not being used as that in this story. And to anyone else who has problems with this story it's a story, there you go, just a story about fictional characters; here's chapter thirty-seven! Enjoy!
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Edward took me to breakfast at Ihop. Their Christmas Rudolph pancake were back. He knew how much I loved themed pancakes. I sat really close to him in the both, he kept his arm around me.
I ate happily, trying not to think about the upcoming spanking. But I was excited to see the gift he got me.
"I'm excited for you to see your gift. Well, I should say gifts." He said.
"How many did you get me?" I asked.
"Just a couple of things. But you'll love them." He said.
"I was wonder," I nibbled my lip, "Could you spank me first? Before the gifts? Please?"
"Wow, a spanking before gifts. You must be desperate to get it over with." He chuckled.
"I just don't want to feel guilty anymore." I said.
He was quiet for a few minutes, "Bella, look, I'm not mad anymore. Yes, you're still getting the spanking because you made a very bad choice last night. I wish you wouldn't feel so guilty."
I shrugged, "I wish I didn't either."
He laughed, "Well, maybe it's a good thing you feel so guilty. You'll be less likely to make another bad choice like that again." He smiled at me.
I nodded enthusiastically, "I won't ever do anything like that."
He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. I smiled and squeezed back.
When we got home, he lead me upstairs to the big chair and grabbed the wooden spoon that resided there on the night table. I sighed, I figured the stupid wooden spoon would be used in this spanking.
He sat back and smiled; I stepped forward so he could pull off my pants and underwear. I blushed, of course, as I always did when my pants fell around my ankles. He helped me over his knee, my hands gripped his pant leg.
"Alright Bella, tell me why you're here." He said.
"I'm here, because I was rude to Emily by skipping the appointment, I didn't answer my phone when you called, and I went to a bar and drank even though I'm underage." I said, I knew exactly what I had done wrong.
"Good girl, usually it takes a warning smack to get you to admit what the bad choice was." he said, patting my butt gently.
I nodded, "I had all night to think about it." I said.
He chuckled, "Okay sweetie, let's get this over with." He said.
I took a shaky breath and braced myself for the first smack.
SMACK! The first was always the worst, I gasped as the first flurry of smacks ignited my butt.
I tried not to cry, but after the first few smacks, the tears started. I was sobbing as he delivered lightening quick and stinging smacks.
My tears were falling onto his jeans, my legs quivering. I always knew when the last smack was; it was the hardest. I gasped, the wooden spoon definitely leaving an outline.
He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I sobbed into his chest, he rocked me gently, swaying back and forth.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. Shh, my baby girl." He whispered gently.
"I-I'm s-sorry I m-made a b-bad c-c-choice!" I sobbed into his shirt.
"It's okay honey, all is forgiven sweetheart." He said, rubbing my back with his hand.
I nodded and snuggled into his neck, "I love you." I said.
"I love you more." He kissed my nose gently.
I sighed happily, the guilt now gone. For a few minutes, he held me in his arms, occasionally kissing my forehead, cheeks, lips, and nose.
"Are you ready to open your presents?" He asked.
I smiled and nodded, wiping away a few stray tears. He sat me down on my feet, pulling my pants up. Then he stood and started to take a couple of steps away.
"Carry me," I said, reaching my hands up.
He chuckled and lifted me onto his hip. He led me downstairs and sat me on the couch.
"You wait here why I get the bags." He said, I nodded and waited.
A few minutes later he returned, holding our bags. He opened his and pulled out a few small packages.
"Okay, here's the first one. I'm saving the very special one for last." He said.
I nodded and unwrapped the biggest brightly colored box. It was a teal and green crochet mermaid tail, I squealed and hugged it tightly in my arms.
"I've been wanting one of these so bad!" I said, smiling brightly.
He laughed, "I saw that and I remembered you mentioning a mermaid tail blanket. I'm glad you like it," He said, holding the smaller package, "This is the really special one. I really hope you like it, and I hope you don't get mad that I got them."
My brows crinkled, "Now I'm very curious." I said, setting my mermaid blanket down and opening the other package.
He was shifting around in his seat; I could tell he was very nervous about this gift. I opened a large velvet box. It had two wedding bands in it. The smaller one, mine, was white gold with a pattern of sparkling white diamonds and light purple Alexandrite. The bigger one, his, was identical but the pattern was my birthstone, shining just as brightly as the diamond. Both were equally beautiful.
"Look on the inside," he said gently.
Inside written in beautiful script was 'You will forever be my always. 06-20-2014.' I smiled, the date of our first date and our set wedding date. The script was something cheesy he said to me when he told me he loved me.
I wiped away the tears that welled up, "They're beautiful." I said.
He smiled widely, "I was looking through wedding bands and I just thought these were so perfect. I ordered them the day after thanksgiving. I had them sent to my parents' house so you wouldn't see them." He said.
I smiled widely, "I love them. They're perfect." I leaned my head onto his shoulder.
I took my ring out and placed it on my finger, over my engagement ring. It looked beautiful, just like it was meant to go there.
He kissed my lips gently, "I'm so happy you like them. I know picking out wedding bands is a couple thing, but I just wanted to surprise you." He said.
I nodded, "It's okay. I mean, I chose a bunch of stuff without you, so it's okay for you to have this."
He laughed, "Alright, this is an actual souvenir from "New York," he said, pulling out a bag that said 'New York,' on it.
I laughed as I pulled out a black T'shirt that said, in glittery lettering, "I Love New York."
"I was waiting for typical tourist souvenir shirt. I love it." I said, hugging him.
He smiled, "Good, because you have to wear it every single day." He joked.
I nodded, "Even when it starts to smell stinky?" I said.
"Most definitely," He said, kissing my cheek, "Now, I am in desperate need of you, I've been deprived for a whole week." He growled, carrying me bridal style up to the bedroom.
A Couple Hours Later
When we finished in our bedroom, hours later, we went downstairs to cook a frozen pizza. We had planned to go out to dinner, but neither of us were even close to presentable.
"Alright," Edward said after he put the pizza in the oven, "You need to figure out how you're going to apologize to Emily."
I frowned a little, "I know. Should I write her an apology letter?" I asked.
"I think you should apologize to her in person." He said.
I nodded, "Yeah, that would be best. Should I call her and set up a time to meet her? Or wait until this coming up Friday?" I asked.
He leaned against the counter, his brows crinkled, "Um, maybe we should wait until Friday. Emily is a very busy woman and tomorrow is her only day off," his brows uncrinkled, "You know what, how about you call Emily and as her if she'd like to go to lunch." He said.
"I don't know, that might be… a little weird." I said.
"Weird? How?" He asked.
I shifted in my seat, "I mean… I'm one of her patients, wouldn't that be weird for her? Seeing her outside of the office? I'd feel weird."
"Well, call her and ask." He handed me his cell phone.
I sighed and searched through his contacts, finding Emily's personal cell phone easily enough.
It rang a couple of times before she answered, "Hello," she said.
"Hi, Emily, it's Bella." I said, biting my lip.
"Why hello Bella, how can I help you?" She asked; her voice didn't sound bitter.
I cleared my throat, "Um, I was wondering if you were free for lunch tomorrow?"
"Uh, yeah, I'm free. Is everything okay? She asked.
"Yes, I just felt bad for skipping our appointment and I wanted to make it up to you." I said.
"Well that sounds nice Bella. I'd love to meet for lunch." She said.
We figured out the details and had set up a lunch date, which Edward wasn't invited too. I may have teased him a little.
"We're going to talk about you," I said, sticking my tongue out.
"Oh yeah? You going to talk about how much you love me and how incredible I am?" He said, taking a bite of pizza.
"Nope! We're gonna talk about your big feet and your big nose." I said jokingly.
He pretended to look offended, "My nose is not that big. And I am extremely proud of my big feet. You know what they say about a man with enormous feet." His eyebrows wiggled.
"I didn't say enormous." I said.
"Oh really? An hour ago you were –," I cut him off by throwing a pepperoni at him.
He gasped, "Oh, now you're in for it." the chair fell backwards as he leapt up and pulled me off the chair.
I giggled and squealed as his lips attached to my neck. He ran upstairs, taking three steps at a time.