Guarding Bella

Chapter 6: The Push for La Push

Disclaimer: These characters are not mine; I didn't write the Twilight books, Stephenie Meyer did.

WARNING: This story contains a very possessive, dominate Edward, and consensual disciplinary spanking so if you don't like it, don't read it.

Story Recommendation: Never knew it could be like this by siobhan2006

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BPOV

I hummed tunelessly as I turned onto the freeway; making my way back to Forks. Crap. I thought, as I glanced sidelong at my gas gauge; I'm almost out of gas. So I switched lanes, planning on stopping for gas at the next turn-off, when out of nowhere, a shiny, silver Volvo streaked into view; it was Edward, and he was right on my tail.

"SHIT!" I gasped, almost swerving off of the road in my ineffable state. "Crap, crap, crap!!! What do I do?!" -talking to myself out loud; definitely not a good sign.

I continued, steadily, forward; again pumping the gas pedal urgently, in a rather pathetic attempt to coax my truck into a faster speed than fifty-five mph. In addition, to my frantic attempt at speeding, I was determinedly averting my eyes from the rearview mirror.

Then, alongside the freeway, I spotted a gas station just off the next exit. "Gas!" I shouted; almost hysterical now. This was a perfect way to get Edward off of my tail; or at the very least, it was a perfect way to prolong my inevitable punishment.

Not even bothering with the usage of turning signals, I drove as quickly as I could off of the freeway, and over to the gas station. True chicken, through and through, I was too nervous to check where the silver Volvo had gone. Did it continue on the freeway? Did it get off and follow me?!

My heart raced; guilt and anxiety mounting. But then, at the same time, I was also getting this sick thrill out of doing something that I knew Edward didn't approve of. I was experiencing this rush of exhilarating, adrenaline that pumped wildly through my veins; egging me on… It's official; I'm a psychopath.

I pulled up to a pump, and got out of the cab; flipping the gas-cap open and grabbing up my wallet as I went. Like any wanted criminal, I shifted my eyes back and forth, constantly checking my surroundings for signs of law enforcers. My Guard was nowhere in sight, but I didn't trust my eyes. Edward was fast; he could be anywhere.

I was all jumpy and fidgety as I watched the numbers on the gas pump go up- and damn gas prices were going up! As soon as the tank was filled, I replaced the gas-cap and retrieved my receipt. Then, I jumped back into my truck, and reached for my handy-dandy Purell hand sanitizing gel. I squeezed the cool gel onto my hands and began rubbing them together; in what was probably a manic manner. As I did so, I noticed a yellow sticky-note that was posted on the outside of my windshield. Weird… I hadn't noticed that before. I hate it when people stick shit on your windshield! So annoying… I opened my door, refusing to actually get out of the truck again, and reached my hand, awkwardly, onto the front of the windshield, hastily snatching up the bothersome scrap.

I was about to toss the note onto the floor of my truck, when my eye caught sight of the words that were scrawled on the Post-it in large, black Sharpie letters:

Come home now, Isabella.

-Edward

My stomach lurched uncomfortably. It was no longer filled with butterflies. No, now it was filled with bats; rapidly flapping bats that kept jabbing their weird little bodies into my ribcage and other insides. I was going to throw-up.

Breathe just breathe, I told myself repeatedly, as I approached my driveway; noticing that Charlie's car was gone and that, in its place, was Edward's silver Volvo. So Charlie was still out with Billy; damn I really had been expecting to use my Dad as a bumper of sorts; he would have insured that Edward didn't yell or anything.

Deep breath now, I sighed as I climbed out of my truck and made my way into the house; a prisoner to the gallows.

Damn it; I told you to breathe! I felt my heart race faster, and my anxiety spiked as I climbed the stairs up to my bedroom, where I knew Edward was waiting for me.

I inhaled one last deep breath (courage Bella, courage) and pushed open my bedroom door. At first I saw nothing; where was he? Then, I spotted him; he was standing stiffly beside my desk; his sculpted arms crossed, sternly, in front of his broad chest. He looked very disappointed, and I glimpsed a shadow of worry, glistening in his almost black eyes.

I felt a blanket of guilt cover me; I was ashamed that I had gone against my word. I knew that that was wrong of me; I shouldn't have lied to the love of my life or worried him and his family, but I was totally not at all repentant about going to see Jacob! And as I stared into Edward's gleaming eyes, I felt a rush of teenage angst devour me, along with a wave of… lust? Was I really getting a kick out of this, or was it just my crazy, adolescent, hormones taking over?

"Hi." I smiled sheepishly

"…" he was silent and stoic; a statue of discontent.

"So, nothing bad happened. I'm still alive_"

"_Bella do you have any idea how worried we have all been?!" he clamped the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. That gesture was definitely not a good sign; it was time to turn on the charm.

"Sorry." I said in a cutesy voice; walking coolly past him on my way over to my computer. I was perfectly nonchalant, and I made a point of thrusting my chest out a bit, giving him a good look at my almost nonexistent cleavage.

"Isssaaabellaaa Swan"I smirked at his authoritative voice. There was something sexy about his tone; it gave me the chills, but in a good way; you know?

"Yeeesss." I turned to look at him coyly; a well practiced puppy-dog-pout, accompanied by the innocent fluttering of my eyelashes. I had this in the bag; no way could he stay mad at me.

"We need to have a serious discussion Love"

Crap. I rolled my eyes and turned away from him; plopping myself down on top of my bed.

"Isabella, how many times do I have to ask that you not go to La Push?! We discussed how it's not at all safe for you to be there; especially with that Jacob character!"

That comment struck a nerve; I was no longer playing the sexy-suck-up game. "I think I'm old enough to make my own decisions about what is and what isn't safe Edward!" He growled; looking as though he was going to interrupt me again. "I don't need you to follow me around like a fucking bodyguard!"

"Bodyguard?!" he frowned, his brow furrowed in distress and disapproval. He didn't like it when I talked like that, which was exactly the appeal. "Well if that's the way you see it, then I'm sorry Love. But, I only do these things to keep you safe. And you know what? You're right, I am your bodyguard. I guard my possessions Isabella, I keep them safe. I keep you safe."

Despite my many qualms with what had just come out of Edward's mouth, I couldn't help but feel another chill of pleasure run down my body; this time it lingered momentarily between my thighs. I belonged to him…I liked the sound of that. Nevertheless, I was not going to be told what to do! I'm a goddamned independent woman!

"But I don't need you to keep me safe Edward!"

"Oh really Bella?! Because it seems to me, that I can't leave you alone for five seconds without the wolves descending!" his voice was laced with icy sarcasm.

"Humph!"

"Now really Love; be reasonable. Promise me that you won't run off to La Push again. Promise me, once and for all, that you won't ever worry me like that again."

I felt a pang of guilt hit me hard in the chest; I tried hard to ignore it though. "No! I won't promise that! And, I don't think that I'm being unreasonable! I told you Edward: La Push is just as safe as Forks, and Jacob isn't dangerous; he wouldn't ever hurt me!"

Edward leaned up against my desk, his arms still crossed sternly. He stared straight at me, his eyes piercing into me. "Isabella, my patience is wearing thin; you promised me, not a week ago, that you wouldn't lie to me or keep secrets from me, and that's exactly what you have done. You have broken my trust Bella, you have broken my heart."

Whoa! That was way below the belt! But I couldn't hold onto my anger any longer; I had really hurt him. Guilt consumed me, yet again, and a part of me, a very small part I might add, just wanted Edward to punish me so that this whole mess would be over already. So that I wouldn't have to feel guilty about worrying everyone, and so that I would know that I had been forgiven. I felt my eyes pool with the precursors of tears; I was too ashamed to look Edward in the face, so I settled for staring at my muddy Converse. Hmm…one of my shoelaces was untied.

"How will I know that you are safe, if you keep these things from me Bella?"

I remained silent.

"Answer me Isabella."

I shrugged; eyes still fixed on my untied shoelace.

He exhaled sharply. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you Bella..." he stood up and headed, at human speed, towards the door.

"Wait? Edward, don't go." I gasped jumping up off of the bed.

He turned to look at me, disappointment still etched on his gorgeous face.

"Edward will you…will you punish me?" I blurted out; blushing furiously. Was I absolutely out of my fucking mind?!?! Why the hell was I asking him to spank my ass?!

"Bel_"

"You were right Edward: I shouldn't have run off without telling anyone where I was going, I shouldn't have lied, I shouldn't have made you and the family worry. I refuse to be punished for going to see my best friend, but I know that I deserve to…well to be punished for the rest of that stuff…"

Edward just stared at me; his face blank. I bit my lip, nervously, waiting for him to respond, and when he didn't, I decided to continue; feeling that I owed him more of an explanation for my crazy outburst. "It's just that…I do need you Edward. I need you to…erm…you know…to spank me. 'Cause I won't stop feeling guilty until you do. I need it so that I can forgive myself and so that I know that you have forgiven me."

EPOV

Where the hell was all of this coming from?! I looked deep into my Isabella's eyes, hoping beyond hope, that I would suddenly be able to read her thoughts. Not that I wasn't pleased beyond all reason to hear those words coming out of my Love's mouth, it was just that I hadn't expected her to come into that realization so soon. I had expected to have to claim her as my vampire mate before she would ever realize how powerful our bond was. And it surprised me still further, to know that she was actually thinking this way, let alone saying it out loud.

Of course, I had planned on punishing her for her disobedient, reckless and downright selfish behavior, but I hadn't intended on doing so until after I had hunted; which was why I had been about to leave. My plan had been to go and bag a couple of mountain lions and then come home and give my naughty Isabella a well deserved, bare-bottom spanking. You see, this need to hunt was all due to the fact that my Bella's excursion to La Push had brought my original hunting trip to an abrupt, and painfully sudden end. As soon as I had received a rather frantic phone call, from my little sister, explaining that Isabella was on her way to La Push, I had headed directly home without hunting so much as a badger.

So, now I stood by my Bella's bedroom door, consumed by thirst and the need to claim her. What should my next course of action be? I didn't know. All I knew was that I needed to act quickly, before I couldn't control my thirst or my urges any longer.

"Edward?" My Bella stood before me, her beautiful, brown eyes gazing up into my thirsty black ones. I would swear that I could feel her uncertainty wafting off of her like a perfume; or maybe that was just the scent of her sweat glands opening up and producing perspiration. At any rate, I decided now was the time to take action.

"You are absolutely right, Isabella. I am so proud of you for coming to this conclusion. I know that it's hard…" I hugged her, nuzzling the top of her head; resisting the wine while appreciating the bouquet.

"Now, Love," I said, as I pulled out her wooden, desk chair and sat down on it "let's get this over and done with; shall we?" I patted my lap; indicating that she should bend over.

Her brown eyes widened, "I didn't mean right now!" hah, well neither had I but, that ship has sailed. No turning back now.

"Now, Isabella" I spoke firmly; reaching out to grab hold of my Bella's wrist.

"But, Edward_?!" she complained; digging her heels into the carpeted floor.

I remained silent and swiftly pulled her over my knee, before tugging her jeans and panties down to her knees. She gasped. Bewildered, perhaps because of how swiftly and mechanically my well practiced motions had ensued.

I placed my left hand on the small of her back, securing her to the spot, all the while, positioning her small, ivory bottom higher up on my lap. I rubbed soothing circles on my Bella's bare skin, before swiftly setting to work, swatting her small bottom.

"Oh!" My Isabella's heart skipped a beat as my hand met her flesh; causing her smooth behind to ripple against the force that I was exuding.

The pattern repeated itself again and again; I peppered her snow white bottom until it turned rosy red. Isabella whimpered each time my palm met her bottom, but she refused to cry. She is so stubborn; I mused, landing several solid SMACKs to her tender sit-spots. My guess was that she really did feel sorry for worrying everybody and for lying, but that she truly didn't feel at all contrite about the Jacob Black situation. I would have to deal with that matter in an entirely different way. I couldn't allow her to continue to endanger herself.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

"OWW! OWW!!!" She was now squirming uncontrollably; forcing me to hold her petite frame down.

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!!

"OUCH!" Bella gasped, as I swiftly delivered three final swats to her blushing behind.

"Right then," I began; pausing a moment to admire my handiwork, before pulling my Bella's panties and jeans back into place. "I hope that you will think twice before behaving like that again Love." I helped my Bella off of my lap; she was sniffling, and rubbing her smarting backside with both hands. "You know I only do this because I love you Isabella? I will always be here to protect you." I said as I planted a kiss on my Bella's forehead.

"I know Edward, and I am sorry for worrying you and for lying…" her pause was unsettling; I could hear the 'but' coming. She stopped massaging her behind for a moment "but I refuse to apologize for seeing Jake. Edward, he is my best friend; he's like a brother to me. You can't keep me from going to see him."

BPOV

I waited for Edward's reaction; I could see his temples wrinkle and I watched as his mouth turned into an angry frown. "I won't allow that Isabella. You belong to me; I know what's best for you. And I know, for a fact, that that Mutt is a bad influence on you, as well as a hazard to your existence. Besides Love, if you defy me again, I will be forced to deliver a much more severe punishment." I gulped; flinching back at that comment, and subconsciously beginning to rub my sore bottom again.

How dare he say that! I may be 'his' but that doesn't give him the right to order me around and make all of my decisions for me! And anyways, why the hell doesn't he trust me enough to make my own decisions?! So, thrusting my hands on my hips, I demanded "Why don't you trust me?!"

"I do trust you; it's him I don't trust."

"That's stupid Edward! You are being stupid!"

"Don't push me Isabella; I've been through enough today."

"You can't always be around to guard me you know!"

"You're right Isabella, I can't always be by your side…and that is precisely why I have decided to take extra precautions regarding your safety. From now on, whenever I have to be away, you will be looked after by one of my family members. You will obey them, as you would me, and you will keep away from La Push, or there will be hell to pay."

"You've got to be kidding me?!"

"Alas, my sweet Isabella, I have never been more serious. Since, you obviously need someone to watch over you constantly, you have left me with no choice but to assign you a babysitter."

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