Chapter 3: Emmett

"Okay," I started, smirking, "my first time was a big deal…I mean, we're talking blood, guts, the works here…"

Edward snorted, and I glared at him.

"I was there, remember?" he said, rolling his eyes. "There was no blood or guts."

I punched him in the arm. "You want to tell this story?" I asked him, sarcastically.

He shrugged. "I'm just keeping you honest, bro," he said, smirking.

I growled. Mind readers suck.

Edward just smirked.

Jasper spoke up, "You were saying…"

That was Jasper for you, a natural peace-keeper.

Given his past, it is really surprising…but then again, his gift is empathy.

"Like I said," I continued, smirking at little Eddie (he hates it when I call him that!), "my first time happened in about…1935, I think… anyway, it was about a year after Rose had found me and Carlisle had 'changed' me. We were on a camping and hunting trip…"

Pacific Northwest, 1935…

Emmett Cullen ran as fast as he could, chasing the bear.

He was in full hunter mode, his eyes on the prize, and he wasn't about to let his prey escape him.

The bear was growing tired, which meant it would soon be easy prey. All he would have to do was tackle it, snap its neck, and then…

His mouth watered at the taste of the bear's blood.

Suddenly, Carlisle was there, in front of him, preventing him from his kill.

He blinked at his vampire father. "What?" he asked him, puzzled.

"Did you not hear me?" he asked, curiously. "I said you can't kill this bear."

"Why not?" Emmett asked, outraged. His thirst was driving him crazy.

"Because she's a mother with cubs," Carlisle told him, firmly. "Kill her and her cubs will starve. That would be two unnecessary deaths caused by us, my Son, and I can't allow that."

"So," Emmett said, his thirst getting the best of him, "I'll drain the cubs, too."

Carlisle's eyes grew flat, a sure sign he was losing his patience.

"No, you will not," he ordered, sternly. "There is a herd of elk not too far from here. You will simply have to make due with them."

Emmett wanted to protest, wanted to shout at his father-- sometimes, like now, he hated Carlisle's pacifistic tendencies—but didn't dare.

"Fine," he growled, turning away from his prey and heading back toward their camp.

Carlisle shook his head. He had a feeling he was going to have to take Emmett in hand very soon…

Emmett made due with the two elk he caught, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy his thirst.

That night, when he was sure Carlisle and Esme were otherwise occupied in their tent, he snuck out of camp and headed for the bear's cave.

Rose and Edward were out scouting to make sure those wolves weren't anywhere nearby, so he knew he wouldn't have to worry about anyone 'tattling' on him.

Not that Rose would…but Edward might.

The bear and her cubs would be asleep, of course, which meant it wouldn't be quite as much fun as taking her on the run, but at least he'd be satisfied…

He crept into the cave, silent as an owl, preparing for the kill, when he found the bear and her cubs nestled together on a nest of leaves and twigs.

The cubs were young, very young…probably still nursing.

So, if she died…they would die, too.

Carlisle's words from earlier echoed in his mind and he growled in frustration at his hesitation.

This should be easy, he thought to himself aggravated.

But it wasn't, and he couldn't do it.

Sighing, he turned and crept back out of the cave…

…Only to come face to face with Carlisle.

He stopped short, surprised to see his vampire father there.

"Um, I was just…" he faltered, no excuse for him being here springing to mind.

"You disobeyed me," Carlisle said, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No I didn't," Emmett said, quickly. "I didn't touch them."

"But you intended to, didn't you?" Carlisle asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Emmett looked down at the ground. "Yes, sir," he answered, quietly.

Carlisle nodded. "I've been patient with you, Emmett," he told him, "but my patience has just worn out."

Emmett looked up. "What are you going to do?" he asked, worriedly.

"You disobeyed me, Son," Carlisle told him, "so I am going to punish you."

"How?" Emmett asked, suspiciously.

"I'm going to spank you," Carlisle told him, calmly.

Emmett's eyes widened. "You can't be serious?" he asked, shocked. "I'm not a kid!"

"You're my 'kid', Emmett," Carlisle reminded him, "and yes I am very serious."

Emmett shook his head. "No," he cried, and attempted to make a run for it.

He was caught around his middle before he could take three steps, and suddenly found himself hoisted over Carlisle's shoulder.

Carlisle carried his son over to a nearby log and sat down. Putting Emmett back on his own two feet—keeping a firm grasp on him with one hand—he reached out to undo his belt buckle.

Without saying a word, he yanked the boy's breeches down and pulled him across his lap.

"You should not have tried to run, Son," Carlisle told his muscular son, "now it will be much worse for you."

Emmett understood what he meant a moment later when he undid the back buttons of his long johns and flipped the flap down so that his behind was bared.

"No!" he gasped. "Please!" He thrust a hand back to protect his exposed posterior.

Carlisle simply took the hand and placed it in the middle of his back, keeping it there to hold him firmly in place. The other hand rose above his head and then promptly came down hard across the naked backside.

Emmett yelped as a steady reign of swats assaulted his naked buttocks and the sensitive under-curve.

"You have been part of my family now for nearly a year, Emmett," Carlisle said, as he continued to spank him, "and in that time you have shown yourself to be a kindhearted, sensitive, and loveable individual. You make Rosalie very happy, and treat Edward like a brother. Esme and I are very proud to call you our son."

"P-Please," Emmett gasped, "I-I'm sorry!" He thrust the other hand back to try and protect his sore rear.

That hand joined the first and five hard swats were dealt to his sensitive under-curve.

"However," Carlisle continued speaking, as he continued spanking, "you have also shown yourself to be stubborn, willful, and—as of tonight— disobedient when things do not go your way. That stops here and now. Do you understand?"

Each word was punctuated with a hard swat to his butt, causing him to yelp and whimper.

"Y-Yes, Sir," Emmett gasped out; beginning to sob without tears. "I-It won't happen again, I swear!"

"I know it won't, Son," Carlisle said, delivering several stinging swats to that sensitive under-curve.

Emmett whimpered, a mournful sound that rose deep from his chest. His backside all but burned now!

Carlisle knew he had enough, fixed his long-johns, and then righted him onto his own two feet.

"Fix your breeches, Son," he told him, gently.

Emmett obeyed instantly, wincing as the material touched his sore behind.

Carlisle stood up, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.

"I did not enjoy doing that, Emmett," he told him. "In fact, I hated every moment of it."

Emmett sniffed. "Didn't much enjoy it myself," he muttered, rubbing.

Carlisle nodded. "I did it because I care about you, Emmett," he told him, "just as I care about Edward and Rosalie. You are my children, though you did not come from my body, and are my responsibility. One I take very seriously, Son. So when I tell you to do something, I expect it to be obeyed. Is that understood?"

Emmett nodded. "Yes, sir," he answered.

Carlisle smiled, relieved. "Good," he said, "now let us head back to camp. Rosalie and Edward have reported 'wolves' nearby. We do not want to alert them to our presence."

As they walked, Emmett glanced at his father. "Carlisle?" he asked, curiously.

"Yes," Carlisle looked at him.

"Would it be all right if, maybe, I called you 'Pops'?" he asked, hesitantly.

Carlisle chuckled. "It would be more than all right," he said, reaching out to rub his close-crossed hair.

Emmett grinned, feeling rather happy by this turn of events…

"And so, there you have it," I finished my story. "What'd I tell you? Pure gold, right?"

Edward snorted. "It was pure something, all right," he said, smirking.

I punched him in the arm again; this got a grin out of Jasper.

"So, he spanked your bare ass that first time?" he asked, looking uncomfortable.

If he were able to blush, I knew he would be doing so now.

I nodded. "Yeah, it sucked," I told him, "but it was my own fault. I shouldn't have tried to make a run for it."

"He's right," Edward said, wincing, "that only makes it worse."

Jasper winced. "I'll remember that," he said, sighing, "in case…"

I punched him in the arm. "Don't sweat it, bro," I told him. "You've been with us for what? 50 years now, and this is the first time Pops whipped your butt. That's pretty impressive…"

He grinned. "It was your fault," he reminded me, smirking.

"Hey, no body twisted your arm, you know," I reminded him right back, grinning.

I loved this. You know, having brothers.

Rose was the most important thing to me, of course, but I loved having bros to joke around with, hunt with, and generally get into trouble with.

It rocks, if you know what I mean?

"I suppose so," he said, sounding relieved, "and thank you both—for this."

There was a knock on the door, startling us all.

"Boys," Carlisle's voice came from the other side, "may I come in?"

We all looked at each other, and shrugged.

"Come in," Jasper called out.

The door opened and our father stepped in. "Mind if I sit and talk with you for a bit?" he asked, glancing at each other—but particularly Jasper.

Edward and I shrugged. Jasper nodded. "Sure," he said, quietly.

Carlisle smiled. "Since we were remembering first times," he said, surprising us, "I thought I might share mine with you."

"Yours?" Jasper asked, puzzled.

Carlisle grinned. "I was once a boy, you know," he said, grinning.

"Yeah," I said, smirking, 'but it's been what—a thousand years ago?"

He narrowed his eyes at me, but then grinned so I knew he really wasn't pissed at me.

"I'm not that old," he said, giving me a playful slap upside the head, "and actually the story I want to tell isn't exactly my first spanking, but rather I particularly memorable one when I was seventeen."

"Go ahead, Pops," I told him, smirking. 'We're all ears."

And we were. This was definitely something we had to hear.

Know what I mean?

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