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WARNING: This story will contain the corporal punishment in later chapters.
A/N: Thanks everyone for all the reviews so far! So, without further ado..... Here's chapter #2!! Enjoy!
Nervously I sat on the small mattress. I didn't sleep, but I used the bed kind of like a chase lounge. Carlisle remained standing, looking at me, considering.
"Your behavior moments ago was deplorable. Throwing a temper tantrum is not a way to sway me to relent to your wishes, Edward. Childish behavior is not rewarded with adult privileges." He paused, giving me another hard look. I moved my eyes to the floor. "It earns you nothing more than to be treated like a child."
Carlisle sighed, as I continued to study the floor. "Edward, this temper of yours needs to get under control and to be Frank I don't know what else to do." I peeked up at his face. He was looking to the ceiling, while in his mind he was silently asking for strength. I looked back at the floor.
After a moment, Carlisle let out another breath. "I have decided to take a leaf out of my father's book, knowing what he would do with me if put in this position…"
Shocked, my eyes shot to his face as I heard what he was thinking. Spanking.
In a flash of anger, and most likely fear I glared daggers. "You are not my father."
Pain flashed across Carlisle's face at my words, causing my stomach to clench with guilt… but it was too late, the damage was done. My hurtful words hung in the air between us, like a foul stench. I watched as Carlisle composed himself. The guilt was crushing now. I do love him as a father. So why didn't I say it? "Carlisle I–"
"I may not have brought you into your human life Edward, I could never claim that. But I did bring you into this life. Therefore, I have a responsibility to you. To teach you control, teach you to hunt, to guide you, to be there for you, and to help you make the best of this life. You may not think of me as a father, but I love you as my son."
He finished the statement in a whisper. Throughout his speech, I felt myself sinking lower and lower into self-hate. Wretched, vile, cruel. I was all these things and more to hurt him in such a way. I obviously do not deserve him to love me as a son, not when I could be so malicious towards him. As I continued to spiral into misery, he cleared his throat and went on.
"With that said, with this love and this responsibility to guide you, occasionally comes situations like this. You make think that your 19 years should exempt you from such a punishment. But childish behavior incurs such consequences. If my father was here today, and I had acted the way you have, centuries old or not I have been over his knee before I could blink. Do you find argument with my logic?"
I thought back to my father, with a slight ache my chest as I did. Had I spoken to him in such a way I would have found myself on the receiving end of his razor strap before the first "damn" left my mouth. And I would have been sitting uncomfortably for a good day or two after he was through with me. Even at 17 a sound thrashing wasn't unheard of in my household. He wasn't cruel, not by any means. The strap was rarely used for punishments, saved only for exceptionally bad behavior. Never-the-less I knew that my behavior today would have earned me that strap. If there was one thing he would not tolerate, aside from disregard for safety (don't get me started on that), it was disrespectful behavior. I could just hear what he would have said as he would have led me up the stairs, a firm grip my arm (exactly as Carlisle had done), "No son of mine will speak or act with such disrespect. I guess a reminder of civility is in order." That's what he always referred to it as. A reminder or a lesson.
Biting my lip at the memory, I shook my head slightly in reply.
Carlisle was next to me in a second, standing by the bed. "My intention is only to teach you." He reassured softly, hand on my shoulder. "Your behavior was unacceptable and will not be tolerated. It pains me to do so." I didn't answer, too distracted about my upcoming punishment and self-loathing. Would it be bending over the bed as my father had done in my later human years? Over a chair or desk like in school? Touching my toes? My mind was reeling.
Sighing at my silence, Carlisle gently took my arm and stood me up from the bed, perching on the edge of it in my stead. His lap then. Just like when I was little. My anxiety was climbing as he settled himself. I was so lost in my nerves that I didn't even see it coming when he reached to unlatch my trousers. That did it. I couldn't take it... No way. Before I know what I was doing, I bolted for the door, my anxiety winning out.
But Carlisle was too quick, catching me before I reached the handle. I suddenly found myself staring at the worn wooden floor, face down over his lap, my trousers about my ankles. I started to struggle as Carlisle began working on the flap of my long-johns. Unfortunately for me my days of being stronger than Carlisle were no more, and he was able to keep me securely over his lap.
"OW!" A sharp slap, to my long-john covered rear, caught me off guard and brought my struggling to a abrupt halt.
Edward, stop acting like a child. He admonished me silently. Embarrassed, I stopped trying to get off his lap, and he went back to work on taking down the back of my long-johns.
This couldn't be happening. Here I was, 19, laying over his lap, being bared for a spanking like a 5 year old... No way was this happening. Please don't let this be happening....
A/N: Another cliffy!!! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Oh and btw, if you haven't guessed already, this is 2 years after Edward was changed (hence the 19 years stuff). I thought 2 years in was a good time for a first spanking because the first year, I figured as a New Born, he was too controlled by his thirst for Carlisle to punish... I mean how could he punish him when most of his actions aren't his fault? And also, the 2nd year I figured Carlisle tried everything but spanking.... too reluctant to take it to that step. But he's reached the end of his rope now! Anyways, just thought a little background would be helpful! Also, please, if you like the Carlisle/Edward spanking pairing, give me ideas/suggestions for Edward's punishable wrongdoings in your reviews!! And PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!! Thanks!