DISCLAIMER: All books and characters in the Twilight Saga are property of Stephenie Meyer. The Lonely Doll, Mr. Bear, and Edith are property of Dare Wright.

WARNING: Lemon. Don't read this if you can't separate fantasy from reality.

Thanks to my beta not done baking.

Overview of The Lonely Doll: This being done strictly by memory. It's about a lonely doll named Edith that lives alone. One day she befriends a bear and goes over to his house. They end up play and Mr. Bear serves them some lunch. They end up coming across a bedroom which has jewelry; make up, hats, and scarves. They decide to play dress up. The little bear tells Edith they need to stop, but she doesn't want to so she responds by drawing on the vanity mirror. When they get caught by Mr. Bear she calls him a silly, and as a consequence they both receive a spanking. I cut out some things from the book out of the scene.

Edith

Rosalie's POV

I gazed at my husband in his bear costume. Tonight it was his turn to pick the scene, and he wanted to reenact a scene from the controversial children's book The Lonely Doll. I wore pink and white gingham, doll-inspired dress with a white apron in front. On my feet wear a pair of white socks and black Mary-Janes.

I sat in front of my vanity and a tied a black ribbon around my ponytail getting myself ready for another scene. My make up was done up to make me look like a doll... rosy cheeks and ruby red lips. My golden blonde hair was perfect for this role. Emmett came up from behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I tilted my head back and smiled at him. He gave my shoulders a loving squeeze, letting me know what he couldn't express with his face hidden behind the costume.

Emmett's POV

I was never the type of dominant to request for my submissive to call me daddy, but that didn't mean that age play held no interest for me… in all actuality it held great interest for me. The only problem though, was that most forms of age play seemed to be daddy and daughter, mommy and son, daddy and son, or mommy and daughter. Of course it was all role playing…acting – done between consenting adults. Regardless of all that though, it still made me uncomfortable - Rose was my wife not my daughter.

And so that was why I was pleased when I remembered the disturbing children's book my mother read to me as a child. It took me years to be able to look at another teddy bear again without the fear of it taking me over its knee. Things got so bad that my mother had to donate all of my stuffed bears to charity.

I snickered at the thought of me playing the role of the villain from the bedtime story that caused me so much anguish in the earliest years of my youth.

Rosalie would respectively play the part of Edith, and the Edith's friend the little bear would be cut out of the story. We weren't the type of couple to invite other people to play with us, not even the clients from my wife's business.

I walked up behind Rosalie and gently squeezed her shoulders as I watched her finish getting into costume. I was already dressed up in the bear costume, which was feeling quite uncomfortable. I could feel the sweat drip down my body. She titled her head back and smiled up at me. She looked cute with her rosy red cheeks and ruby red lips… like a real life Edith.

After she finished tying the ribbon in her, I left the room ready to begin our scene.

Begin scene. Warnings: Age play, slight dehumanization, and corporal punishment.

Rosalie as Edith's POV

I adorned myself with the jewelry that laid out on the vanity… pearls around my neck, and rubies and diamonds on my fingers. I loved playing dress up – it was my favorite game.

Make up was thrown out all over the vanity table. I spotted an opened tube of red lipstick; I picked it up to examine it. I turned the dial clockwise so that all the lipstick was sticking out. I scribbled hearts and squiggles on the mirror with my new writing utensil.

Mr. Bear had given me specific instructions to not to touch anything in the room… but all the jewelry and make up was practically calling out to me, begging for me to touch it…use it. Who was I to deny it the attention it was craving from me?

Having lived alone most of my life rules weren't something that I was familiar with. I always did exactly what I wanted before, why should that change now, because of what some bossy old, bear said?

I laughed as I wrapped the pearls that adorned my neck around my index finger. I was having a good time…I didn't want this to ever end. Forget those ridiculous rules. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

My giggles ceased and the smile was wiped off my face when I saw Mr. Bear standing by the door. Busted.

Oh no…he was mad.

"Edith, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. "I forbade you from touching anything in this room…especially what was on the vanity."

I stood up, and he continued to cower over me. He wasn't that scary. I breathed in and protruded my chin forward, and placed my hands on my hip.

"I don't care… you're a silly," I spat at him and stuck out my tongue.

"I'll just have to teach you a lesson," he threatened with a strict voice.

He picked me up, sat down on the bench, and put me over his knee. I let out a squeal when I felt his furry hand come down on my bottom. I kicked my Mary-Janes and cried out as he continued to spank me.

Once my punishment was over I got up and wiped away my tears with my hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bear," I said under my breath.

He turned his ear towards me with his hand cupped besides it. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

I sniffled. "I'm sorry."

Punishment wasn't something to be enjoyed. In the end breaking the rules wasn't worth it.

"I forgive you Edith, but when I tell you something I need you to listen to me."

I nodded as I sucked in another sniffle.

Emmett as Mr. Bear's POV

I gave Edith specific instructions not to touch anything in the room especially anything on the vanity before I left the room.

Imagine my distress when I came back to find the expensive jewelry all over her fingers and neck, and doodles on the mirror that looked to have been written with a tube of lipstick. The vanity table was covered with various types of make up all opened up, white powder was everywhere, and spilt perfume was dripping on the floor.

When she saw me standing by the door she stopped laughing.

"Edith, what are you doing?" I exclaimed glaring at her. "I forbade you from touching anything in this room…especially what was on the vanity," I chastised her.

She removed herself from the bench, and protruded her chin forward and placed her hands on her hips as I continued to look down at her.

When I set specific guidelines I expected those guidelines to be followed, especially ones as simple as "Don't Touch."

"I don't care…you're a silly," she spat out at me, and stuck out her tongue.

So she wanted to test this bear…she wanted to see just how much she would get away with.

"I'll just have to teach you a lesson," I threatened with a stern voice.

I picked her up, lowered myself down on the bench, and put her over my knee. I lifted my hand in mid-air and brought it down on her ass causing her to let out a squeal. She kicked her legs and squealed as my hand continued to be met with her bottom.

I wish it didn't have to come to this, but it seemed to be the only way to get through to a doll that had no knowledge of respect for other people's property.

When she finally realized her punishment was over she stood up and wiped her tears away. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bear," she mumbled so low that I could barely hear her.

I turned my ear towards her with my hand cupped besides it. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

She sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"I forgive you Edith, but when I tell you something I need you to listen to me."

She nodded.

End Scene. Safe to read.

Rosalie's POV

Emmett told me to meet him in the living room so we could discuss my feelings on our previous scene. This was one of the very few scenes were I actually cried. I looked in the mirror as I washed the make up off my face… my eyes were blood-shot red from crying.

I changed out of my costume and into my normal clothes. When I walked down into the living room I found Emmett on the couch dressed in his everyday clothing as well. He had the television on, but it was on mute – he was checking the score on the football game.

When he saw me enter the room he turned the television off. I sat down besides him on the couch.

"Rose," he began, "are you feeling alright? Crying during a scene isn't normal for you."

I nodded. "I'm fine," I tried to reassure him, but I could tell from the look on his face that he wasn't satisfied, "please don't feel bad…being able to cry felt…wonderful…I feel like I'm finally able to breath again."

The stress of juggling both a controversial job and medical school was starting to take a toll on me. I would be eternally thankful the day to come when I would finally be working the neonatal field.

He let out a deep breath at my answer. "I was so afraid that I did something to hurt you…I was just waiting for you to yell out the safe word, but you never did."

I chuckled at him. "Did you honestly think you inflicted enough physical pain on me to make me cry," he looked taken back. "This time I let myself go completely and get into the role. I let the submissive mindset completely dominate me…it felt very nice. Trust me that is something I plan on doing again. So you'll just have to get used to my crying," I teased.

He started to laugh, but then his face was overcome with seriousness. "If we ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable you will use your safe word, and tell me right?" he asked with one eyebrow raised.

I smiled. "Of course."

In all of my six years of submitting to Emmett he never gave me any reason not to trust him. We prided our relationship on the trust and honesty between us. Love didn't give any justice to how I felt about that man – I honestly trusted him with my life.

He brought his lips to mine. "I love you," he said with his lips still pressed against mine.

"I love you too," I replied back before gliding my tongue into his mouth.

AN: 1. I should have been more specific when I said no S&M I met no whips, chains, paddles, knives, needles, fire, floggers, crops, belts, and things to take that nature I didn't mean light S&M such as spanking while wearing a softy teddy bear costume. I was talking about actual pain being inflicted on another person. Still though precautions always have to be carried out. 2. Just so I'm clear not all lemons in this story will feature sex and/or mind blowing orgasms. BDSM deals a lot with the mindset. 3. Review if you want a small snippet from the next chapter – it'll feature the interrogation scene between E/B. 4. As for the previous chapter between Alice and Jasper look into classical conditioning.

The quote "you're a silly" is from The Lonely Doll by Dare Wright.