Guarding Bella

Chapter 3: Impetuous Injustice

Disclaimer: This story contains disciplinary spanking so if you don't like it, don't read it. These characters are not mine; I didn't write the Twilight books, Stephanie Meyer did. Hope you enjoy it; suggestions, comments and constructive criticisms are welcome; In other words please do REVIEW! ;p

A/N: Just so you all know, this chapter is really the second part of chapter 2, which is now fondly referred to as chapter 3 lol.

Oh and I'd like to address an issue that has been of slight concern: Edward being too possessive of Bella. Bella will definitely put Edward in his place and tell him to back off on the Jacob issue; but not yet. We're going along with the actual events in Eclipse so we will have to wait a bit longer for Bella to finally blow her top. And don't worry she will lol!

Oh yeah & this story is Rated M for language, spanking, D/S themes and because I'm paranoid!

Story Recommendation: Once Upon A Twilight by Spankingfreak131163

Any who enough of this poo; on with the chapter!

BPOV

Upon entering the house I originally planned to try and sneak past Charlie, avoiding confrontation all together, however, any hopes of evasion were shattered the moment I placed my foot on the first step of our creaky, old stairs.

"Can you come in here for a moment Bella?" Damn it.

I took the three necessary steps it took to reach our living room; Charlie sat on the coach, a fresh beer in his hand.

"What's up Dad?" I asked; thrusting my hands into my jeans pockets, in attempt to appear casual and nonchalant.

"Did you have a good time at the Cullen's?" his question threw me off guard.

"Umm yeah; it was great."

"What did you do?"

"We just hung out mostly." I shrugged; hands still inserted in my pockets.

"That's nice…"Charlie said as he picked up the remote, which lay beside him on the coach, and pressed down on the 'mute' button. This was weird! I had never known Charlie to 'mute' the TV before; this must be something diabolical! Crap what's wrong now?!

"Um, did I do something wrong Dad?"

"What? No." he had been disarmed by my question. He took a long, slow, sip from his beer, then placed the can on the circular coffee table in front of him. "Well erm…Bells I think it's time that we…er that is, we oughta' talk about a few things."

"Uhhh; okaaay?" This doesn't sound good…

"Bells…there's a few things you uh…well, that you uh need to know, when you're umm physically involve_"

"OH MY GOD NO! Don't tell me that you're trying to give me the SEX talk Charlie?!"

Charlie went bright red "I'm your father," he began defensively. I tugged my hands out of my pockets, and crossed my arms protectively in front of my chest. "It's my job to make sure that you_"

"Mom beat you to that particular conversation about ten years ago Dad. Don't worry she's got it covered."

Charlie looked at me hard for a second; apparently unable to decide where to go from here. Eventually, he settled for taking another swig from his beer, before continuing with the most embarrassing conversation of both of our lives. "Bella, I just don't want you to get hurt! Um I mean can you uh well…just promise me that you're being…safe_" he trailed off quietly, his face becoming redder and redder; he was losing his nerve by the second.

I groaned for the both of us; but mainly for me. "God Dad I really wish that you weren't forcing me to say this out loud!" I took a deep breath "I…am a virgin. And I have no immediate plans to change that status."

Charlie's face began to turn purple now; but as the initial shock of the topic began to wear off, I could see in his eyes that he believed me which sent a wave of relief over the both of us.

"So can I go now?" I pouted. I was totally ready for this night to be over; for it to be way over; dead a buried, six feet under. No, scratch that, better make it one-hundred feet under, just in case!

"Oh um yeah in a sec_"

"Oh please Dad I'm begging_!"

"Don't worry Bells the embarrassing stuff's over; I was just wondering how the balance thing's comin' along?"

We both sighed in relief, and I let my arms drop dead at my sides.

"Erm, ok I guess" In truth, I hadn't really given the matter much more thought.

"How about Jake; any plans with your old pal?"

I felt myself deflate sadly at the mention of Jacob's name. I had given that part of my Dad's 'balance speech' consideration. The truth of the matter was that things with Jake were just too complicated. "Well I haven't really figured that part out yet…" I began lamely; subconsciously nibbling at my bottom lip and wringing the sleeves of my jacket in my balled-up fists.

"Well I'm sure you'll find a way to work things out with him; you're a good kid."

What the f***?! So if I don't work things out with Jake I'm a bad kid?! That's totally messed up! And I'm not a freakin' kid anymore! Damn it; I'm 18!

Despite my agitation with Charlie's phrasing, I heard the dripping faucet in the back of my mind again; the voice that wouldn't stop nagging me; saying Jacob, my Jacob over and over again. I would know no peace until I had had reconciliation with my friend.

Charlie grimaced awkwardly in the silence that followed; letting it last for only a couple of moments before reaching for his beloved remote, and pressing down on the button that returned the volume to the television. "Well, um night kiddo"

"yeah…" I said distractedly; before turning back to climb up the stairs.

It took me the amount of time that it took to reach my bedroom, to decide my next course of action. A determined force was now controlling me; it was as if that damn leaky faucet had burst a main vein, and was now flooding my already overflowing mind with a fervent obsession; a Jacob Black obsession. I had to see him; I had to know that he was ok. And it was with that impulse that I flung myself back down the stairs, into our cramped living room, coming face to face with Charlie; again.

"Is it ok if I go down to La Push real quick?" I asked so quickly that I might as well have been vomiting the words, for all of the sense that it made.

"Whoa there Bells; slow down, I can't_" but I cut across Charlie's babbling.

"Can I go see Jake?" I asked almost as quickly; a hint of urgency in my voice.

Charlie's face lit up; he liked that his lecture was having such a quick affect on me. "Sure kiddo! Stay as long as you'd like."

"Thanks!" I said, bolting out the front door.

I made my way over to my truck, stumbling over the cracks in the sidewalk as I went, and shifting my eyes from side to side; even though it was far too dark out to see anything. I was a prison escapee making a brake for it!

I let out a little sigh of relief as I reached my truck and pulled open the rusty door. I quickly hopped into the cab, shutting the door behind me, and fumbled awkwardly to put the key into the ignition. I turned the key; but the truck refused to roar to life! It made this unhealthy sputtering noise that even the furthest person from being a mechanic would know, in the words of Miss Clavel, "that something was not right".

"Damn!" I mouthed, giving the key several more tries in rapid succession; getting slightly more manic with each failed attempt. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw a flash of movement. "HOLY CRAP!!" I just about jumped through the roof "Edward what the hel_!"

"I received a rather disturbing phone call from Alice not five minutes ago," he began coolly. I pouted, as I noted that he seemed to be twirling an obscure object in his hand; an object that resembled something that just might be a crucial part of my trucks engine!

"Edward_!" I began crossly, but before I could continue, with what I had intended to be a longwinded rant, he interrupted me.

"Isabella we've discussed this matter before. Werewolves are unstable and dangerous. I don't want you going anywhere near La Push; it simply isn't safe."

I crossed my arms defiantly "It's not dangerous Edward! And I can go and see Jacob if I want to!"

He placed the obscure object on my truck's dashboard and turned to look at me, sternly. "Well then I'll have to stop you" his voice was firm, the pinnacle of certainty.

This was infuriating! I loved Edward, but this possessive reign of tyranny of his was about to come to an abrupt end! "Hah! I'd like to see you try!" was my clever retort.

Edward raised an eyebrow at my impertinence; but his expression didn't faze me. I glared at him; my eyebrows knitting together stubbornly.

But before I could continue on with my rant, I felt my body being tugged over Edward's knee! "AH! What the FUCK?!?!" I sputtered, franticly reaching backwards to cover my jean-clad bottom with my small hand.

"Isabella Marie Swan!"He said as he pinned my arm to the small of my back. "First of all you should not use that type of language; it is demeaning and common." I felt my jeans being yanked down; along with my panties! I kicked my legs in protest; however that only earned me a stern SWAT "Isabella, you stop that right now" he reprimanded

"Fuck you Edward!" I snarled "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!"

That did it. Edward landed several hard SMACKs on my upturned bottom.

"OWW Stop it!"

"Isabella I love you, when you put yourself in danger by being with those wolves, you put all of our lives in danger." SMACK SMACK SMACK!

My bottom stung as he catered to each of my cheeks; forcing them, in turn, to become rosy red. I bit my lip in frustration; I won't cry; I won't! I thought rebelliously.

"As soon as you decided to tangle your fate with those monsters, your future disappeared; just like theirs. Alice can't see the werewolves; you see? Which means that I won't be able to protect you while you're with them." he continued calmly

SWAT SWAT SWAT! Ouch ouch ouch!

"Bella, I only want what's best for you Love; and if this is the only way that I can make sure that you are safe, then so be it." SMACK SMACK SMACK "I won't lose you again Isabella; my heart can't take that kind of abuse" SWAT SWAT SWAT

owww! Speaking of abuse!!

Edward gave my tender rear one final SMACK, before pulling up my clothing and grabbing me up into a tight hug.

I continued to pout as he rubbed soothing circles on my back. I quickly pushed away from him; humph! How dare he try and comfort me now! Edward shrugged, shaking his head sadly "I'll put your truck back together in time for school tomorrow; in case you wish to drive yourself…" I turned my head away from him; determinedly glaring out through my door-side window. "Close your window tonight; if you don't want me to come back, I'll understand"

"Humph!" was all I responded, as I threw open the car-door, jumped out of the cab, and slammed the door, in what I hoped was, his face. I then pounded up the front path and into the house, slamming the front door in order to exhibit my extreme displeasure.

Charlie, who was still planted on the coach, turned away from his flat-screen. "What's wrong?!"

"TRUCK WON'T START!" I bellowed; admittedly rather childishly.

"Wanna use the police cruiser?"

"No" I grunted making my way up the stairs to my bedroom.

End Flashback:

I rolled over onto my stomach, alleviating the pain from my achy butt. As I lay there on my bed, sore and alone, I gazed at my closed bedroom window. I sighed, smirking slightly and rolling my eyes; Edward only did those things because he loves me. And, as hard to admit to myself as it is, I can't help but feel loved and cared about when Edward acts all possessive. There's something wonderfully comforting about having someone there for you, someone to rely on to keep you safe; even if that someone is a little (and when I say "little" I mean a lot) overprotective. I would have to work on that with him, after all "the woman is the neck, and she can turn the head anyway she likes". I chucked lightly remembering the quote from one of my favorite romantic comedies, My Big Fat Greek Wedding.

I smiled wryly, slid off of my bed, and walked over to stand by my bedroom window. "Edward I love you" I whispered softly, as I pushed open the window as far as it would go.

Lol there you are!

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