Summary: Bella wasn't always the bad girl she is today, she was good and shy until her mother walked out on her and her father.
Her father is struggling to handle his daughter's behavior, so he calls his army friend in hopes he can get Bella on the right path. Will Carlisle be able to reign in his friend's angry and broken daughter back in with some hard discipline and love?
Carlisle is ready to spank Isabella into the middle of next week if it were plausible.
Isabella has been here for a week, and she's been quite well behaved, with only a couple swats to her rear for her attitude here and there and had her door taken off her hinges for slamming it when Carlisle told her to go to her room and calm down.
But this is worse. This is much worse. He can't believe she tried going back to Forks.
"Get in that house now!" He yells, getting out of the car, rounding to her side, yanking the door open and literally pulling her out of the car and dragging her into the living room where he sits down before flipping her onto his knees and pulling her jeans and her panties down to her knees. As Carlisle raises his hand to deliver the first of many smacks on her runaway backside, Isabella's voice stops him.
"Carlisle, I'm sorry please don't spank me, I'll be good I promise, no more running away!" Isabella begs in a childish voice. Carlisle lets a powerful smack rain down on his runaways backside. Isabella lets out a yelp.
"What did I say about childish theatrics?" He says in a cold voice. Isabella mumbles incoherently. "Mmm sorry."
"Not sorry enough it seems." Carlisle says as he peppers Isabella's backside with smacks.
"OWWIE!" Isabella cries as she tries to get out of his grip, but Carlisle only tightens his grip on her and delivers harder smacks.
"Stop squirming Isabella unless you want more added." Carlisle tells her sternly.
After delivering twenty more swats, ten to each thigh, Carlisle swings his runaway over his shoulder and carries her to her room and puts her on her bed, ignoring her cries of pain as her blistered rump makes contact with her mattress. Carlisle walks over to her drawers and takes her laptop and phone in his hands and turns to Isabella who is trying not to cry.
"You'll get these back when I feel as though you've learned your lesson, you'll be having dinner in your room tonight, I don't want to see you until tomorrow morning, I'll come and say goodnight, you may have your TV on but not very loud."
Carlisle tells Isabella who nods mutley. Sighing, Carlisle walks out of the room, closing the door behind him and walking back to the living room, collapsing back against the couch, scrubbing a hand over his face.
Maybe she'll learn running away will only get her a blistered bottom. Carlisle thinks to himself.
